Friday, 16 May 2025

Little dream.

At the end of the day
I’m still dreaming of having a cafe
-vintage and small
Not in big city, not busy at all 


Maybe in my small town—slow and quiet 
Street where my kind neighbors meet
Not for money, not for fame 
But for slow mornings— peace in frame 
Greet friendly faces every day
And share cute giggle along the way


Reading my old books left on the shelf 
And feel a little more of myself
A place to rest— a slower pace
Sensing the the world—still a kind place


T.