Going a sickle of hazy moonhaunts the night sky,a dark breeze holds the air.behind me the city shimmersin fluorescents and gold. I wonder if I'll miss it when I go? Share this:Share Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Related
