The windows light up in the glory
Of praising life behind the glass;
I fear for the end of story -
And lost its flame in fading mass...
I lie on grass; eternal mercy
To watch the depth of evening sky.
The stars are eyes, reciting verses,
The Moon - my saxophone of night.
Evening blues
© Copyright: Sing, 2001
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