The Wizard’s Potion

Through my silent longing of the world,

I look up, wander my eyes to the stories untold.

Old buildings, monotoned colors of muted sadness;

The vibe of the once mighty city reached its coldness.

As I start to drift back to its history,

An enchanting smell and a warm voice held my sanity:

“D’you mind sipping this earth-made coffee?

I made ’tis to wake you from this place’s misery.”

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