Bland Food

Black sky

White Moon

It cant stop smiling

It covers its face

Hides its grace

And draws a pillow of dark clouds

And makes a serious face

I walk on a footpath looking up

I am crossing a bridge

My eyes soothed by moonlight

I'm singing a song

Dont remember which one

But the tune is the one I like

Its an urban winter night

I feel the chill

I dont know if its the Siberian wind

That reaches till this red dressed city

My hands in pockets pretty cold

And I shiver but it feels good

Dawn kisses the east

Sucks the dew from its lips

Unfolds it collection of Gold

And cuts the fog in two

And I'm trudging towards dust.

Can you leave me alone for somtime please.

Its sad.