Café buzz, a quiet seat,
Fingers tracing memories.
Steam is rising, time slows down,
Lost in voices all around.
Pages turn, stories blend,
Strangers feel like long-lost friends.
Coffee cups and conversations,
Little sparks of inspiration.
In the city’s endless motion,
This small place feels like devotion.
Fingers tracing memories.
Steam is rising, time slows down,
Lost in voices all around.
Pages turn, stories blend,
Strangers feel like long-lost friends.
Coffee cups and conversations,
Little sparks of inspiration.
In the city’s endless motion,
This small place feels like devotion.