Girl at the corner table

She was plain, beautiful and adorable

Teamed her skinny jeans with sleeveless white solid top
Taking a sip of coffee irregularly
Sitting next to window corner table.

She was languid, dreamy and calm
Absorbed in his own thought as filled with fear
Peering outside through the window
Resting her chin on her palm.

She was single, broken and young
Laden with stress of relation
Scanning each individual faces
To find the key of happiness
And the reason.

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