I packed my book and my sunglasses, I put my hair up and tucked my scarf in my coat. G sent me to Church (street) and A found me reading my book behind the flowers, in the Green Room Cafe, where life is easy, the vibe is relaxed and the babies don't cry, they just smile. We should come back here, when the back yard opens and the garden blossoms.
We then walked around and into a different era, when people were putting big white roses on the tables and were taking their tea in fine porcelain. When the girls were wearing long dresses and men were sending postcards from their trips. When people were using candles and tea was served with sponge cake. And we time-travelled with our leather suitcase: he was wearing a waistcoat and I was wearing a flower headband. And our dog was sitting in the armchair. We should come back here, at Vintage Emporium, to write poetry one day.
xO
We then walked around and into a different era, when people were putting big white roses on the tables and were taking their tea in fine porcelain. When the girls were wearing long dresses and men were sending postcards from their trips. When people were using candles and tea was served with sponge cake. And we time-travelled with our leather suitcase: he was wearing a waistcoat and I was wearing a flower headband. And our dog was sitting in the armchair. We should come back here, at Vintage Emporium, to write poetry one day.
xO
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