& the old man is reading

the old man is reading
while the dog stares at the world
smelling good
and being old

the world spinning slowly
while a cigarette consumes
a smell of coffe is drowning the room
and it tastes bittersweet

autum leaves falling down
the sense of winter coming back
papers burning in the bonfire
trying to fight the shivering cold

a distant wolf howling to the moon
whispers floating in the wind
the memories of an old lullaby
and the old man keeps reading...

cortesy of: priimo