STAIRS...
The first thing you see when you find your first apartment.
The last when you leave after breaking someone's heart.
Something you dread when carrying too many things at once.
A welcomed sight after a long day.
Stairs,
such a familiar thing here in Montreal,
and yet,
they come in so many shapes and colors.
One may tire of going up and down these stairs,
but one will never tire of seeing friends climbing those stairs
for a warm embrace and a good time.
If stairs could talk...
:)~
HUGZ
I'd love to hear their stories, well most of them. This was amazing!
ReplyDeleteOh, I am sure there would be many tales, of midnight kisses,
Deleteand friends sitting on those steps, confiding into each other, etc...
:)~
HUGZ