Over the rooftops, so old and bare,
Gliding away with moments to share.
A boy in his teens flies his kite,
Tethering dreams in a shining delight.
Across the ledge, a girl with beads,
Feeding her pigeons with golden seeds.
They have their night, they have their day,
Love stayed with them—none dared say.
Both wanted to touch the sky,
Yet they had their reasons to lie.
He could only drift as far as the thread,
But she longed to fly away instead.