You lit
The sparkle
In my eyes
As you lit my cigarette
Under this scarlet palaces
In this mid October night
We talked
Lived and laugh
Watching life passing by
The trafficked road
We'll love to see
Even the curtains
Of the old theater
Go up just for a glaze of us
Now, our pack is finished
As this cigarette daydreams
That goes away in the last clouds
In the sky
I'm not great
In saying goodbye
But now, we must go
And lit up the stars
~W~
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Thoughts of a poet
PoetryHo viaggiato per la mente d'un poeta, esplorando e condensando quelli che sono i pensieri più reconditi e profondi. Questi sono "i pensieri di un' poeta" I've travelled into the mind of a poet, exploring and realising those that are his most profo...
