One Evening

 

I saw the mystery

Of the night,

Wrap around the square,

I saw the woman standing,

Coloured by the shadows

Simply standing there,

I heard the echo

Of the night birds,

Bumping thru the air,

The woman turned

I don’t know why,

Perhaps she sensed my stare.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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