fluffy pinky clouds
hovered above
the horizon
before sunset,
towering above
mighty mountains
on the other side
of the sea,
branches
of tall trees
swayed gently
as the cold wind blew,
undulating waves
rocked boats
huddled together
in the harbor,
street lamps
with
serene sconces
glowed golden
after twilight
as if preserving
the memory of
the last light
of summer
in their pale glow,
I smiled
from the cafe
bustling with
the chatter
of people
mingling merrily,
the laughter
of children,
the cosy silence
of lovers,
meeting perhaps
after an eternity
of separation,
slowly,
I sipped
my lukewarm coffee,
drinking in
the euphoric vista
one last time,
before I leave
to catch
the last bus
that
takes me home.
YOU ARE READING
The Adventures We Never Had
PoesíaLadies, gentleman and others, I coyly present to you my collection of poignant poems that sometimes fail to be even that. These poems will be unlike any other poems you've had the pleasure of reading, but then again, that can be said of every other...
