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.