Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
For youth goes over, the joys that fly,
The tears that follow fast;
And the dirtiest things we do must lie
Forgotten at the last;
Even Love goes past.
All this is love; and all love is but this.
And silence, silence, silence found me.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories