They whisper something in my ears,
Like they are crying.

It blows through my body,
Making random stops—
Up to my ears.

Then all of a sudden,
To the middle of my rooftop,
Inclined on one of its pillars,
They pierce like jets
Through my earphones.

They whisper that they are blissed,
Maybe they laughed—
Out swished.

Zuuuunn nn mm nm n n,
Fhhz zunnnnnn...

Slowly, they whisper—
Like they are fine.
And when they make me look
At the stars,
They scream out softly.

So softly,
Like they whisper in my head.
From my hairs,
They pat them gently,
Whispering:
"You are okay."

And it blows all through my body,
Making stops more frequent,
Blowing faster and faster—

But still,
They whisper slowly.

Zuuuuuunn,
Swish~
And maybe,
They are not just crying.