The stairs on the terrace
The night is cool
the skies are all blurred
the horizon still have orange stripes
and I’m on the stairs on my terrace
the wind wipes my tears
the sky talks in comfort
the city glitters, trying to make me smile.
The stairs have heard me more than the people around me.
As I see the flights glides over he telecom towers
climbing up and hiding into the clouds
I knew one day my bubbles too will fly
and still the wind takes away my tears and tells the city to glitter
sometimes I complain to the heavens
and fights with the one created me..
And I feel like the angels hugging me as the wind blows
and the stars glitter to make me happy