Wet Evening Glow

In the stillness of night’s cold embrace, Where lamplights flicker with silent grace, A city’s soul lies bare and old, In watercolor hues of blue and gold. Cobblestones glisten with tears of rain, Reflecting shadows of silent pain, Each light a whisper, fleeting, frail, In a world where meaning seems to pale. Naked trees, their branches mourn, Casting shadows, forlorn, torn, In the quiet, a sigh, a moan, Among the lights, forever alone. Distant silent bicykles on, lost in thought, In the lamplight’s glow, all hope is naught, A dark fantasy in strokes so soft, A dream of night where sorrows loft. Underneath the urban sprawl, Lies the void, consuming all, In this dark and painted scene, A dance with shadows, life unseen., painting, poster, illustration, The image captures a quiet, wet street scene in a town during the evening. The road and sidewalks glisten with reflections from recent rain, enhancing the warm glow of the streetlights. The sky is a moody blue, sprinkled with a few stars breaking through the overcast condition. On the right side, a cyclist wearing dark clothing rides down the street, while a couple of vehicles are parked or driving along the road. The surrounding architecture features row buildings with shops having illuminated signs, adding to the cozy atmosphere. Leafless trees line the street, contributing to a late autumn or winter feel