Whatever goes unseen remains a secret.

The empty road reflected back on what the lonely streetlight had conveyed to him the other night.

The yellow smile of the latter gazed upon the former as the silent branches of the tree witnessed the scene.

There was a certain ROMANCE brewing and the tree captured yet another lovely FRAME as it does each and every night.

Published by A Hopeless Anachronism

Dancer | Reader | Writer | Traveller | Videographer | Researcher | Engineer

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