30 червня 2023 р. 01:37 ДО
Evening fighting with my feelings,
The shade of big city make me feel like home.
A wind show up in the corners of the grey streets.
I can't believe that this city live in the noon too.
How lights don't forget about their past?
My feet are strolling on a bit hot pavement.
Oh, I hate when the afternoon sun make me feel like a vampire.
The night and evening - that's the real friends.
When the music fly from windows and people are laughing in the bars.
ВИ ЧИТАЄТЕ
Життя це дні, а дні - буття.
PoetryВірші, які описують мої дні, враження, спостереження або думки.
