Night city

Spilled box with jewels on black velvet.
A volcano of unsleeping magic in the darkest coffee grounds.
From the darkness alive like universal stars geysers of light erupt.
My spirit gets adventurous and lithuania in the dark distance above streets - bead necklaces, over parks, museums, homes, bathed in a neon glow and whispers of midnight verses.
Мy night city the sea is asleep.
It's autumn now.
It's time to sleep.
His cold body sways, forgotten by the summer crowds.
I'm daydreaming.
I am dreaming in autumn, shivering from your night chill, how is your love spring kiss among this fallen star.