Popular café – K. B

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                          Popular café


Near the boweries,
Close to a peach
Tree,
There’s a popular
Café.

They serve tea
And « kahwa »
( Coffee),
Sometimes
Lime juice
And mix.

I was sitting
With my mother
And we were talking.

A french writer said:
« After the arms of a
Mother, no embrace
Can console, whomever
She may be ».

She was laughing
Like a child
After that
Our vacation
Took her
Sadness
Away,

After that
Worries
No longer
Frowned
Her eyebrow,

How lovely
She was !

Men were
Looking at us,

The kinda men
From my country.

But tall as I was,
They couldn’t
Approach us.

The talking
Was going,

We could
For the first time
Speak to each other.

Amidst the angry
Mob and the heat,

Our bench
Was the coolest.

Of course
We often fought ;

But I guess now

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