chimneys and cobbles
from a long time ago
decorating this city
the place that we know
like the back of our hands
traced with blue lines
matching the transportation
the stops drooping with vines
plants rich with rainwater
that drips from the sky
a sky gray like concrete
dotted with birds that fly by
looking for a warmer vacation
with a sun that can shine
strong enough for imposing clouds
they're looking, but i've found mine