Thoughts in Berlin Cafe

The dusty dusk was looking grey

At Berlin café

With cappuccino and empty ashtray.


Looking at the semi orange sky

We sat, we pondered over the time dry

Sudden shower, sausage and French fry.


A quick rainbow appears from nowhere

An old school guy it is

Shining with so many colors, everywhere.


With the soft foot walk of evening

With our backyard loitering

We could listen to the dark blooming.


Sweet becomes waiting for dawn

Even with the hopes withdrawn.


Dusk did never meet the dawn

Though they shared their sighs and yawn.

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