Through my silent longing of the world,
I look up, wander my eyes to the stories untold.
Old buildings, monotoned colors of muted sadness;
The vibe of the once mighty city reached its coldness.
As I start to drift back to its history,
An enchanting smell and a warm voice held my sanity:
“D’you mind sipping this earth-made coffee?
I made ’tis to wake you from this place’s misery.”