The road is treacherous
Heart wrenching
View at the end of it
Breathless cold air
Swirls through the trees.
The cafe is bustling
Giggling girls
Music of an era gone by
Fresh ground coffee
Swirls through the door.
This life is all mine
A year older
Silence drowns out the noise
Ghost of birthday past
Swirls in to say hello.
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