Japanese Rice Cake Cafe Poem by Kinsley Lee

Japanese Rice Cake Cafe



On a spring afternoon, the old capital, it's raining and keeps on falling
But many people form a line outside the shop, and waiting.
Through the windows, it's heard the brook is quietly murmuring.
The bracken cakes and warm tea, to weary customers, they're welcoming.

(24th, May,2023. Kinsley Lee)

Japanese Rice Cake Cafe
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I visited Kyoto in Japan, and on rainy day, I visited the famous Japanese rice cake cafe, which is near the brook.
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