There appears nostalgia


Alone in a diner, it encloses me: rain,

as I glare down on the red-white, checkered tablecloth.

Looking at the window, I’m unwilling;

there appears nostalgia.

My soup in full humor to

blue lights,

on immaculate gray towers.

Leaves of solemn thought.

 

 

 

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