Spires
02/09/2022
Written by: Tereza Lysakova
Sun is setting
down
Behind hundreds of
spires
Cold rain's
falling down
The empty streets
Reflections of lights
Shimmering through
dark
Blurred by the
raindrops
And chilly wintry
mist
Just those golden
spires
So shiny and bright
Swallow this blue
atmosphere
Of bleak misty
night
Embraced by the
haze
Sprinkled by the
rain
Reflecting the
darkness
And melancholic air
Image credit: Denis
Poltoradnev from Pixabay