Oct 2019
I sit in warmth,
And watch,
Through the foggy window
At the white, powdery night,
An occasional orange light
Streaks by, not far above,
And I sit, listening,
To the soft humming of an engine.
And watch,
Through the foggy window
At the white, powdery night,
An occasional orange light
Streaks by, not far above,
And I sit, listening,
To the soft humming of an engine.
