The cool air fogs up my car window
secretly, furtively...
My finger whips and curls
writing the words I've been longing to hear.
Into the deep night of the city,
everyone reads the message
plastered on my car window.
But not a soul comes near.
YOU ARE READING
Serendipity
Poetry"Years of love have been forgot in the hatred of a moment" Edgar Allan Poe 《Kyrasif made the graphic cover 》
