On the stairs
On the stairs
On the stairs

In pursuit of life, I wanted to take a rest.
I sat on city stairs.
I put on myself a blue sky of a blouse.
The welcome wind got entangled in my blue hair.
The sleeves are flapping in the rhythm of urban tango,
played by vehicles going by.
With print of garden on my pants,
I feel like a flower surrounded by concrete.
But I think, I am not alone with my feelings.
There are people and flowers,
there are people and petty-mindedness.
I won’t be a stone on the road,
I can be a brick,
that forms foundation.
There will be a palace built on it,
to which I will invite You too 🙂