As I stood there, on the top,
The running world seemed to stop,
The cars on roads were mere toys,
Just moving and halting, without noise,
The honks, the hustle died,
Letting the restless in me suffice,
And every inch of my skin,
That had been breathing the air of sin,
Shimmered in that fresh moonlight,
As I'm higher than all heights.
Each highway looks like a geometric line,
Disjointed and fine,
And the buildings form a domino,
Like they'd tumble down in a blow,
From here above I could see,
The world and its troubles,
How what we consider concrete,
Is small and fragile like a bubble.
I close my eyes,
And maybe for hours,
But I'm out of the ties.
-aditi
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Wavering Starlight
Poesíamy emotions are bubbling through my veins, stars with love, and darkness with pains, here am I with pen between my teeth, and a rustic paper drenched in my ink, letting all my emotions sink... welcome to a poetic voyage to my world !
