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 Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Print (Opens in new window) Print Related
