Empty chairs in a beach café
Sand and Sun but no one here
It’s such a cliché
But when did the Summer disappear?
No tea, no coffee, no ice cream
No one wants to be served
Is this just a very bad dream?
Surely our seaside cafes needs to be preserved.
Poetry
Empty chairs in a beach café
Sand and Sun but no one here
It’s such a cliché
But when did the Summer disappear?
No tea, no coffee, no ice cream
No one wants to be served
Is this just a very bad dream?
Surely our seaside cafes needs to be preserved.