Mist, fog, smoke — a lonely street light
where the town ends and the country begins,
dreaming of an affair with the moon —
foolish enough — then you smile,
so little you’ve changed since your youth.
.
[ 1577 ]
Categories: A Few More Scratches
Tags: Aging, Change, Fog, Mist, Running, Smoke, Street Lights, The Moon
William Michaelian 
Lieber William, dies kommt einer Liebeserklärung gleich. Es ist sooooo schön. Das Lächeln der Jugend bleibt auch im Alter..
Herzliche Grüße von mir für dich.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Dear Edith, you read with such kindness and depth. Thanks, thanks, and more thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person