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Rain drops in our coffee 

 

We bid farewell on a rainy day,

 

at Cafe de la Rotonde we frequent.

Underneath one umbrella we gaze at the ashtray,

and see through its shiny surface bent and dent.

A moment we are flooded with words to say,

but our tongues fail us motionless and silent.

Upon a gust rain goes sideway,

into our cold coffee it descends.

So we finish our coffee in the rain,

it tastes like warm salty bitter grains.