Rae;

A warm, cozy cafe, a white cup filled with Latte,

books all around, some dramatic, some filled with writings of courtship.

My love, the maiden of my hope singing “La-vie-en-Roses,”

the slight cry of trumpet and the smooth violin echoing through the room.

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The dark brown room is lit up by a few golden lights, but

she shines the brightest of them all…

This cafe is my truth and a lie of my dream.

But this dream holds more truth about me than I will ever speak.

-Samyog Rai