, ,

Music and words reverberating,

My hairs stand on its tail dancing,

It’s the early morning cool breeze.

The sky changing colors from grey to blue

The sun has just woken up,

Its eyes still half filled with sleep.

The only un-utopian thing about this morning

Is the missing smell of the spring.

the smell of concrete, it’s substitute.

I am here-here, I am alive.Image