Barely a breeze sifts
Through fronds of myth.
A scarlet thing, tainted with
Future tidings and warmth.
Rolling skies,
Cream in complexion,
Dwindle above,
Nosey in their gait.
Frosty pavement.
Denim-tinted nostalgia.
The taste of freedom
In hazelnut gazes and coffee grounds.
Sanity and society.
The dream stealers.
The feat keepers.
Share a direction,
Disagree on perception.
Even at the close,
It’s all the same.
All insane.
Yet, we stay on the track
A set path, in fact
That brought me to this cafe
On this overcast day.
~Annalise
A.W. Books & Poetry 
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