alleyways MAG

June 19, 2015
By Lucia Bianchi BRONZE, St. Helena, California
Lucia Bianchi BRONZE, St. Helena, California
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We run down the empty alleyways
the cold wind tousling our damp hair
the smell of cigarettes
and rain, clinging to our
warm bodies, we laugh,
eyes flash in the
moonlight that
shines above
us.


The author's comments:

This poem is in memory of one of the last nights that I spent with my friends when I lived in Italy.


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