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The Bustling Diner
Was a bustling diner, so unpretentious and simply adorned, The foyer exhibiting books, displaying a saint’s pure gaze While a westerner dressed in a sari, guided us amiably along A poignant Indian melody soaked the ambiance of the place;
A table for two, set away from the soft murmurs of the room, Where the tinkle from the kitchen drifted over us as we sat, A miniature fountain trickled peace making me now bloom In contentment, of his company that had me so wrapped;
Slowly the diner receded as the meal tasted purely of his words, And the specialty of the house exuded the aroma of his voice, He wove a vision of a world now long past, but deeply revered, As he spoke of his roots, stirring me along with him, to rejoice.
As I evoke those effortless hours that flew swiftly by so soon, Smile I, at the charm of his company, the food and the mood.
~Glowing Embers~
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