08-30-2020, 11:26 AM
Under the night sky that embraces a
Sleepy, ancient city, an old man sits,
pondering another pretty, wasted night.
As usual, some cats come to him.
One jumps on the bench, while some sit around.
Briefly, he looks up at me passing him by,
but then he looks down, and we both go back
to living our own very distinct lives.
Sleepy, ancient city, an old man sits,
pondering another pretty, wasted night.
As usual, some cats come to him.
One jumps on the bench, while some sit around.
Briefly, he looks up at me passing him by,
but then he looks down, and we both go back
to living our own very distinct lives.