Sprung to the road
Had coffee in the moonlight
Her, photographing,
The strap pulling her hair in an exquisite way
On her knees like a tiny elf
Illuminated by yellow street candles,
It was a summer night and the wind was gentle.
It was an odd night
In the odd same city as always
Oddly comfortable.
The coffee left a bitter taste
Yet the car drove us sweet and joyful
Through the yellow painted night.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
Sprung to the road
Had coffee in the moonlight
Her, photographing,
The strap pulling her hair in an exquisite way
On her knees like a tiny elf
Illuminated by yellow street candles,
It was a summer night and the wind was gentle.
It was an odd night
In the odd same city as always
Oddly comfortable.
The coffee left a bitter taste
Yet the car drove us sweet and joyful
Through the yellow painted night.
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