A summer evening in Moscow
It’s a summer evening
Faces are lit up
In a golden glow
Wherever I look up
There is halo
On the faces
Of the nymphs
Roaming the streets of Moscow
Young or old
In their best attires
The best perfumes
And a pleasant smile
Ready for all
In a summer evening
That lasts long
In the streets of Moscow
Parks, squares or restaurant
Are all full
There is rush
At the crossings
Subway, museums or café
A long winter has gone
And it’s summer evening
In the streets of Moscow
Love is blooming
All around
As tulips bloom
On the onset of spring
Couples holding hands
Embracing, kissing
Singing the love songs
Roam the streets of Moscow
4 Comments:
You romantic guy you! Nice poem.
Hi Gary,
thank you!
romance offers something mysterious, yet unknown and the fun lies in discovering...
Seems like Russia is fum at this time of the year... Anyway, i was at home in assam for the last ten days...it rained and rained and rained... great fun...
Hi Sanjukta,
sounds great! Raining all the time...
good you got yourself refreshed...
best wishes!
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