Under The Light Of The Streetlamp Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The night breathes softly,
shadows stretch across the wet pavement.
A footstep echoes, then fades away.
A moth circles lazily around the dim glass.

The light cuts through the mist,
illuminating faces long disappeared.
Silent stories linger,
between branches that no longer move.

Somewhere, a door closes,
a car starts, vanishes into the darkness.
But there, under this quiet light,
time stands still for just a moment.