The dusty dusk was looking grey
At Berlin café
With cappuccino and empty ashtray.
Looking at the semi orange sky
We sat, we pondered over the time dry
Sudden shower, sausage and French fry.
A quick rainbow appears from nowhere
An old school guy it is
Shining with so many colors, everywhere.
With the soft foot walk of evening
With our backyard loitering
We could listen to the dark blooming.
Sweet becomes waiting for dawn
Even with the hopes withdrawn.
Dusk did never meet the dawn
Though they shared their sighs and yawn.