Day leaves and the city now immersed in the lights

Day leaves and the city now immersed in the lights.
Winds scurrying around promise April trance.
Unwashed roads are waiting impatiently for the spit.
The whole nature is languishing. Waiting for the heat.

Night shadows fool of black and white islands,
Promising words. Misty embankments,
Zip past like the spokes of the wheels
Scraps of unexpressed phrases, Unwept tears

The bridges are immersed in the dreams extant
Dusty paths in torn repair pavements.
As the Atlantes, new homes here arise.
New people roll in like a tide.

You don`t have time to turn around
They very soon becoming drawned.
Then instantaneously new faces come.
New youthful people mound.
And only the city can not go away.
Doomed to be here. Need to stay.
At the same place catching whole blind.
Full of fake grace and distorted delight.

Digesting languages, cultures, style.
Soak up and then throw it aside.

10.04.2019 Берлин