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written by: Eoghan Lyng



A blissful whispered Kafka point

Serenades the pittered ground

That sounds the path the ventured walk

In Mala Strana's glistened light.


Two lovers walk, sharing jokes,

Smokes from timely cigarettes,

Once smoked inside the doorways

Where coffee drinkers watch life walk on.


Pitter-pattered by the rain-down terrace

With tailored shirts and coats

Beyond Cafe Kafka's hideout

Metamorphosing their thoughts and plans.


Children play with ice cream cones

Over cobbles cloved by horses hooves

It proves the night has begun this walk

As it patters back to day.

Eoghan Lyng

Eoghan Lyng

Eoghan Lyng is an Irish man and sometime writer. He lives in Glasgow, having written from the perspective from Cork, Madrid and Prague. He has written for OutlawPoetry, VadaMagazine and FromTheLighthouse.
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