In the corner of the lively pub's embrace,
A lady sits with poise and grace.
Amidst the chatter, glasses clink,
She sips her drink, lost in thought's brink.
Her eyes, a window to tales untold,
In their depths, mysteries unfold.
With every glance, a story unfurls,
Of distant lands and long-lost pearls.
Her laughter, like a gentle breeze,
Brings warmth and ease to all who seize
A moment's chance to share her space,
In her presence, time finds its pace.
Through the haze of cigarette smoke,
Her spirit dances, a silent cloak.
In the heart of the pub's bustling hum,
She remains a calm, elusive drum.
Oh, lady of the pub, with secrets deep,
In your presence, souls find sleep.
May your nights be filled with revelry,
In the embrace of the pub's jubilee.
@The Book Owl
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The Book Owls Collection By J.C. Bauzon
PoetryJust some random poem that may help and maybe to relate life unto something that only you can know. Anyhow the book known owls collection of poetry was all knowledge stored with well experience in poetry whether failure and success.
