Whispers of the Yellow Cafe

In the heart of the city, where time slows down, A yellow cafe whispers tales of old. Its tables, a canvas of warmth, cradle stories untold, Where dreams are brewed in cups of steaming gold. The tiles beneath, a dance of light and shadow, Guide the eyes to corners where secrets are stored. Each chair, a silent witness to laughter and sorrow, A haven where souls find solace, unawares. The shelves, a treasure trove of memories, Hold jars of sweetness, stories untold. In this space, time bends, and the heart feels free, A sanctuary where the soul can truly be. The yellow glow, a talisman of hope, Guides the weary through the night's deep moor. Here, in the yellow cafe, the heart finds its home, A place where the past and present entwine, forevermore.