Café in St. Gallen

Chilled with the cold breeze of air
Lost while roaming with a blank glare
Unfamiliar, far from home
Unusual, but calm to the bone

Looking past through the eyes of many
I saw similar souls wandering like me
Not lost, but not yet found
Though I’m okay, but not yet sound

As I walked in a street
I tried to smile with every soul I meet
I strolled until I tired my feet
Then I saw a coffee shop with one vacant seat

Lovely are my last seven days
Sadness can hardly be seen on my face
But I’m still waiting for my saving grace
Hoping that it will come to this place

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