Red Umbrella Cafe

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Under red umbrellas,
the night learns to speak softly,
every drop of rain
a secret passed
from stranger
to silhouette.

Lanterns breathe gold
into the quiet between us,
and the world,
blurred, gentle, shimmering,
pretends it isn’t lonely
when two cups of tea
are warm enough
to keep the dark alive.

Somewhere past the fog,
someone laughs
like an old memory returning,
and the street hums its small,
persistent hope.

Tonight, even the rain
bows its head
to let the light through.