Clusters of light
They shine,
remembering the sun to the moon.
The city as mute.
We stop under that lamppost,
holding in your hands the silence
like a kite,
That the next morning will soar in silence,
in the clouds.
Streetlight
Clusters of light
They shine,
remembering the sun to the moon.
The city as mute.
We stop under that lamppost,
holding in your hands the silence
like a kite,
That the next morning will soar in silence,
in the clouds.