Posted: July 5, 2010 by Marya in Poems
Tags: , , , , , , , , , ,
A small town somewhere in the south
narrow, cobble-stoned streets
here houses assume a pink hue
in the morning sun unlighted
a black cat is straching slowly
somewhere dogs run the streets
far away one can hear the carriage
and sound of horses’ steps
A tired old man is walking
the day chased him from a quiet ally
now, in the woods he search for peace
for the return to a quiet ally
when the day will fall asleep
and awake to wonders of the night

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s