August 25, 2016

A Seat at the Bar

By emtwytte

A moment of peace,
Sweetened by cold drinks
And decadent dishes –
A solitary bubble
In the bustling chaos
And excited crowds –
A gilded throne,
Metaphorically speaking:
The royal treatment
Without the toll.

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