Nightfall, finally you have arrived with your low fidelity jazz vibes playing in my ears as strolling become skipping in the streets of Tokyo while wearing the glistening light of stars showering above lovers in parked cars on grassfields beyond green hills.  

 

When clouds dissipate, my smile which you anticipated, spreads from cheek to cheek. It’s a gift when given, a curse when not understood what I am saying, but nightfall’s moon overstood a writers painting.

 

Nightfall, you have came with a flow to write with,