Vienna it’s a sense of style,
It’s a young girl
Her skin is creamy,
Mind is calm
And she knows about her beauty.
Pink and white.
10 pm, smoothly opened eyes
Like the windows
She lets the air and the light in her houses.
Pure and fresh.
Golden hour.
She is kissing with the sun.
The highlights on the buildings
Dress her slowly out,
Unbare marble
No demand.
Clean and naked.
Empty streets,
Deserted tram line trying to explain
She took a long breath,
Deep rest
To live again but in another way.
Things will never be the same .
The notion „like before „
Doesn’t exist for no one any more