Penn Station

<p>It was the one thing that we shared<br /> on muddy evenings grained in blue<br /> We awoke with the moon, soaring above the blossoming night,<br /> stars like seeds spilled across your eyes<br /> the crush of eternity unable to touch us, yet.<br /> <br /> Around cold corners and along brick buildings<br /> the poet forever writes his verse, like an architect,<br /> hiding far below a glistening Manhattan skyline.<br /> The city gave me life, vibrations of lost loves<br /> entwined with beating hearts anew<br /> and I fell for your different name,</p> <p><a href="https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/penn-station-010e25aef01b"><strong>Read More</strong></a></p>