City

Image credit: welcomia

Image credit: welcomia

The rush of silver
The city at night
I remember you
laughing, calling my name
We were dancing
in the early hours
like children
So young
And I thought
this would last forever
or at least till the morning
and that this would never come

The city so vibrant
It was coloured with you
In my memory it’s vivid
because of your smile
Your voice so lyrical
calling to me
until we were twirling
so free in the night
And I thought
this would last forever
or at least till the morning
and that this would never come

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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