On my way home
I passed by street lights
On a winter’s night
And thought of glorious Rome
As their temporary sparks
Held back the dark.
On my way home
I passed by street lights
On a winter’s night
And thought of glorious Rome
As their temporary sparks
Held back the dark.
Lovely, Kevin.
Thank you, Esther.
I like this.
Thank you Vivienne. I’m delighted you like my poem.