Aptly standing
on the balcony, the city flashing and glittering in colors far far below.
Busy wheels, the circus crowd, pulling an end to another day.
Look above,
we are underneath the same sky of thousand stars,
clouds floating away like moments singing songs as we march on, together.
Look forth,
and you will see thousands of windows, sanctuary to stories,
every window has a story in a dream, oh how we love to dream!
Step back,
Why some come true and some just keep living calling forever.
It’s too dangerous standing here for too long.
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