Waiting alone at the bus stop wondering when are you going to show up
Counting all the fallen leaves and comparing those incidentally standing in pairs as you and I
Breeze so strong to carry a new born baby from the bottom to the top of the khalifa tower
Listening to the sound of cars fleeting by and taxis hooting for those who are ready for job, as those who work close by were walking in groups exchanging amusing moments they had
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A touching poem, Jafta. Thanks for sharing