the evening is <br />devastated <br />all dew evaporated <br />into cold <br />air <br />the moon comes <br />like a wanderer <br />on such a lonely hour <br /> <br />i bought new blue <br />shoes <br />and i ask myself <br />where i am going?<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/asking-5/
