In chains of September's wistful sigh,
The night unfolds beneath the muted sky.
The street is hushed, where shadows gently creep,
A lamp's soft glow in solitude’s deep sweep.
A pharmacy stands, its silence profound,
While rain descends in whispers, soft and round.
Each droplet paints the cobbles with its song,
A symphony where little hearts belong.
A cat saunters, sleek, through pools of light,
Its gaze a secret held from weary sight.
And in this moment, echoes drift and sway,
As memories entwine where dreams decay.
I sit and wait, my heart a fragile thread,
For whispered words that dance in dreams unsaid.
When will you come? The hours stretch and yawn,
In September's grasp, I linger till the dawn.
September s Wistful Sigh
© Copyright: Лариса Сенегал, 2024
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