meandering into dusk
shadows of the seine
followed – haunted me
empty quays
compasslessly
labyrinth of narrow rue
waning moon found me tiring
so I folded the map
& sipped the last cognac
TERRENCE SYKES
meandering into dusk
shadows of the seine
followed – haunted me
empty quays
compasslessly
labyrinth of narrow rue
waning moon found me tiring
so I folded the map
& sipped the last cognac
TERRENCE SYKES