Crescent is behind the clouds,
And murky to my eyes,
Yet the vista embellishes the night skies.
It's drizzling,
the weather is cold,
raindrops play a tune on water pooled in potholes.
I'm out on the silent roads, All alone,
Tranquility so deep, I could hear my soul,
Is it my soul or conscience?
I found all the answers In this serene ambience.