Night of lights
sometimes i don't know, which moment which cool gust of wind will come, and enchant me tousling my hair and my heart, stirring...that familiar ache of poetry, which drop will kiss the old wrench in my soul reminding me, all over again i miss you better in the rain. for the wheel of life involves everyone thrown into this world in its revolving circle and mixes them finally with the dust A breeze, a forgotten summer, a smile, all can fit into a storefront window.
