My Picture: A local coffee shop…I go to write and sometimes I meet people

“Come on, let’s go for coffee” I said,
with a bright and unforgettable smile.

The lights of Xinxiang played silently in secret,
an echo of the overwhelming urge to break and run.

A fresh breeze, an open door
and beauty in each single thing.

There was an intimate band of souls,
questioning…..

But you lived far away……
and the ways parted.