Nobody knows

Every evening the city puts a grey coat on his shoulders.
It is the favorite color of St. Petersburg’s clothes.
The wind will be his scarf. Cold rain will be his perfume.
The city hurries to the meeting with the black night.

Her embraces are like the cold embraces of an indifferent woman.
The night will leave the city in the morning as always.
And the city will decide to stop their cold relations … as always.
But the city will look for his grey coat for the meeting in the evening again.

Because nobody can understand what love is and where this feeling lives.