Duc C. Nguyên
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In the damp embrace of March's eve,
On the corner street where shadows weave,
A neighborhood bar's lights softly gleam,
Reflecting in puddles, like a moonlit dream.
Whispers of laughter, glasses clink,
In the moist air, secrets sync,
Raindrops dance on the cobblestone,
A symphony of solitude, an atmosphere sown.
Through misty panes, a warm allure,
Inviting souls seeking an antidote pure,
The night unfolds its mystic grace,
In the haven of the bar, a tranquil space.