From the heights
of your room
a curious squirrel
poses a photo for you
The grey day
remarks the flavors
of those passing smiles
'a city that never sleeps'
awaken by the noise
of a cab
and a shout from the subway
'good bye'
From the heights
of your mind
a memory clouds
part of this crazy life
'where have you been?'
a voice asks
THIS IS THE PLACE TO LIVE
you confirm yourself
and a smirk draws in your face
Coffe and a walk, anyone?
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