The tale of a girl who doesn’t like to cross the bridge when she gets to it. She likes to climb to the top and take in the view. And then turn around and go back home. The story of someone who enjoys to connect but is afraid to attach. Enjoy.
Every day that flies by
I look around and see
The ghosts in the city
Silhouettes all around me
Walking on so fast,
Moving day after day
It’s simply touch and go
Souls with veils of gray
But sometimes, somehow
A traveler stops by
Just a regular evening
A small moon in the sky
Two shadows sit atop
The city sprawls below
The world races on
But their moment feels slow
Poems, scars and city lights
They thought the same way
Maybe there’s magic
In the nights of Bombay
The evening that they share
From a stranger to the sea
The silence and the words
Seemed so meant to be
A glimpse in the rush
Of a stranger eye to eye
A face in a masked world
Even if just passing by
The beauty of a connection
Though fleeting it might be
A moment of encounter
In cosmic eternity
The mystery of it all
Just two people and a while
But I think it’s safe to say
That evening made me smile.
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