Nightscape mournful saxophones conjure nighttime streets cities wet after rain and a pain that bruises gently on touch AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related Author: redgladiola Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at https://redgladiola.wordpress.com View all posts by redgladiola
Wonderful poem.
Thanks!