City by Erato

I am in the bus at the red stop
I see people in a café
Talking-of their life threads
From the outside I witness
like soap bubbles floating in the air
Bits of stories gathered in one place
The city

Emotions frozen
Eye contacts
Smiles touching
Thoughts colliding
at one point
once upon a time
The city is all about cutting across
The other felt human soul…
A landscape of lives