Morning in the City

I decided this dawn I would peep and see how the city wakes up.

I saw the waking boats on the forever sleepy branch of the river.

I saw as the Parliament was stretching its lean figure and almost touched the sky.

I saw the bridges washing their faces in the Danube to freshen up for a busy day.

And I saw the buildings as they glowed in the first rays of sunshine.

I wanted to see it with messy hair, dark circles under its eyes, grumpy experssion on its face. Instead I found it to be so gorgeous that even though I already loved it I fell in love with it again.