To the shadow in the street
To the lamps that lights my beauty sleep
To the puffy white clouds drifting across a pale blue sky
To the sun,to the stars buried under the sleeping sky
To the sweet bombs of music afar off
To the aroma of mother's soup left on my chest
To the echoes from each corridors both right and left
To all lackeys and lay abouts
To my world and its round about,
Love you all....
Mused...2016®