An unplanned trip,
Towards the neon-lit street.
Two unexpected shadows,
In a Metro-themed room.
Red winter uniform.
Black leather collar.
Let's stay like this for a while.
YOU ARE READING
Under the Midnight Sky
PoetryA collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.
