(for the city I love)
Every morning as I rub my eyes..
I can feel her breeze..
I want to sleep but she doesn’t let me..
She like a lover.. tease..
I watch the light filling up the darkness..
As I sip my cup of tea..
Oh she is young and she is salty..
And smells like a sea..
Chit-chat, murmur and horns blowing
Seems a hive of honey bees..
I Wonder if she wakes up before me..
Or she never sleeps.