out for a walk By Jesse Castro - November 1, 2015 Facebook Twitter Google+ Pinterest WhatsApp where I go the night has a name for each falling star. wings whisper the words where there weren’t any before. in my silence a bird’s voice wants to be remembered forever. Share this article...FacebookTwitterGoogleEmailPrintMoreLinkedInRedditPinterestTumblrPocket RELATED ARTICLESMORE FROM AUTHOR The Gate Stands Open Only the Rich are Happy Word for Word Homage Rainbow Dance In love with the hills… Swan Dive New Books | Winter 2017 Haiku LEAVE A REPLY Cancel reply Please enter your comment! Please enter your name here You have entered an incorrect email address! Please enter your email address here Notify me of follow-up comments by email.