At midnight,
We walk
In the crisp air
Counting the stars
Casting their starlight
Upon your hair
And sip coffee
In the sleepy town.
you have a talent Uriah, in very few lines you describe a magestic scene. I'ld rather read your poems than watch a chick film! HBH
Beautiful title. A mood recollected in tranquillity. If you and your lady made wishes on those stars, I hope that all of those wishes came true. Kind regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Night owls, gracing us across the page.I absolutely love this one.One of my favourites.Love Duncan