New Poetry from The Metropolitan Review
The last lines linger so… “a big city so close it cloaks even
the light of night-born stars and
I am left only with the memory
of eternity….”. No wonder why in a city I still long for the stars.
So beautiful. Presence.
Thank you!
Nolo
Wondrous! And so many of us have lost sight of the stars.
The last lines linger so… “a big city so close it cloaks even
the light of night-born stars and
I am left only with the memory
of eternity….”. No wonder why in a city I still long for the stars.
So beautiful. Presence.
Thank you!
Nolo
Wondrous! And so many of us have lost sight of the stars.