The City's Mornings

imaginea utilizatorului Călin Sămărghiţan

The mornings of old times
are dead,
the dream gets on the tram
along with the evening
and it's over.
A sadness on stilts
walks through the town...
I hear it arriving at the corner
grinning to me.


Very nice!

Like a new entry.
Interesting context:
"The mornings of old times
are dead..."