Midnight Stroll

One of my favourite things to do back in Russia was to walk down the streets in the middle of the night, especially during autumn and early winter when it just starts to snow. This piece is about revisiting old memories with new people in mind.

Walking on the streets
Dead of night
Snowflakes falling
right where our eyes meet.

Our focus on one tiny gem
Everything else is an oversight
You and I take our time
Follow through with our line of sight.

Watching,
this little one take flight
It drifts
and so do we
Till our eyes see
hazel, burgundy
with a hint of caramel.

Reflection of street lights
Dimly flickering
Till the next snowflake
Steals our gaze
we are still wide awake
Walking into our foresight.

- Swit Marie
0453H 3rd May 2018
Taman Bahagia




Swit Marie is a 'Jacqueline of all trades' who loves wearing plaid
When words fail, she allows movement and emotion to carry her through
A believer in making dreams come true, s
he would love to collaborate with you
An explorer starting fresh and would only give her best
She stands in the gap and will only call it quits when it's a wrap.

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