Candlelights strung
from glistening brick;
The chattering of voices
Infuse the morning air.
Drops of water dance
along tire treads, turning
Across the road, i can smell
the rich fragrance
of wet hyacinths, as they
envelope preoccupied
noses, unassumingly.
Poem by: jeffrey vionito
Wonderful 🙂
🙂