As I walk in the highway
Cars are broom-brooming
Para! Para! they say
Then homes' doors were closing
As night coats dark world
For surroundings turn placid
Shrubs there acts like they're curled
That have grown from seeds
And lights clipped on mountains
Views I see like dancing colored dots
Fireworks bursting, look! fountains
Lasting on air, the glowing spots
YOU ARE READING
"A.W.F.O.M" A Walk Full of Memories
PoetryA story of a young lady and a man who met one late night. A "feeling of being astonished by someone you'd never met before". The power to captivate and you like a magic. Aijenrex Todenselle and Wrenllea Chame, the destiny crossers of a young devel...
