Sitting on the roof
As the sky is grey and cloudy
Having a conversations with the pigeons
As they l
ying on the ground
Singing our favorite songs
Like a folk song repeating
Nobody can hear
Except us and the sky
Dancing in sorrow and gleefully
To the rhythm of the breeze
It takes my hair back and forth
Heaven on earth
Looking at the fragile clouds
Trying hard to reach a Baseless point
Holding tears or maybe speech
Longing for war or maybe peace
The wind starts to pick up its velocity
Just like an unconquerable god
A flashing of lightning
Awaken up my hidden powers
Disappearing fast i knew not where
Left out in baffeled
A single dance without music
In a midday
I wrote this poem while i was sitting on the
roof listening to my favorite songs.