Crowds rushing everywhere,
We are calm, in the middle of nowhere.
We are lighten by the lights of passing cars,
We aren’t taken by the random fuss.
Under canopy of a tiny store
Our hears are fighting in a losing war.
When our bodies are merged together
We are floating in the world like a feather.
Don’t prohibit, let us love
There is nothing you can ban.
Love is drown in the air
We are all its son and heir.
(05.05.2024. New York City)
Love in NYC
© Copyright: Ильичев Сергей Алексеевич, 2025
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