They look with those deep eyes
With an eager and clear heart
With fingers entwined on the pole near the wall
Sharing a faded smile
thats more colourful than their clothes
Those mystical moments weave a new bond
As they welcome strangers to them
who are strangers to themselves
In life that been bestowed on all
but a privilege to some
With an eager and clear heart
With fingers entwined on the pole near the wall
Sharing a faded smile
thats more colourful than their clothes
Those mystical moments weave a new bond
As they welcome strangers to them
who are strangers to themselves
In life that been bestowed on all
but a privilege to some
Copyright ©2016 by Elvira Lobo- Its My Life
