Gali

Sometimes I imagine 

That my life is a movie 

Each scene belongs to a song 

Each song to a scene 

Sometimes I let myself 

Just float in the music 

Red

White

And Blue

The colors of America

We parade down the streets

Covered in these colors

I wonder what our parade will look like

This year

Will we parade with joy

Celebrate tragedies

Love is an open door?

All you need is love?

Love story?

I know that feeling

A bit differently

Not quite what the song was intended for

But I know of love

That opens doors

The love that is

Dear New York City,

I don’t know what it is

That makes me love it so much

Maybe it’s the buildings

That stretch towards the sky

Forever reaching upwards

Have you ever seen dozens of roses?

A field perhaps

Covered in red beauty

Have you ever tried walking through dozens of roses?

Your fingertips perhaps

Covered in red blood

From afar roses are gorgeous

The light rises and

The darkness, it disappears

Love enters, hate leaves