Sitting In a Cafe
It is a very special moment
for me to be in a café, with a cup
of hot coffee in front of me;
this moment is like a pilgrimage
to another realm.
As my sight drown into my cup,
I see a white cream,
shaped like a spiral galaxy;
a sight that makes my mind to travel
much further and faster than the star-trek spaceship.
Beauty that comes from music,
garnishing one note with another,
is the same splendor that explodes in color,
as I sit beside my favorite round table.
The café I visit,
is an inspiration in beauty and silence….
By: Teddy Kimathi
Contest title: CAFE MUSINGS
Date: 30/1/2014
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