The city hums, a constant stream,
A rhythm born from quiet dream.
Its streets, alive with footsteps light,
Stretch out beneath the fading night.
In alleys deep and corners wide,
The whispered stories start to glide.
Of souls that wander, seek, and roam,
Yet always find their way back home.
The lights above, they flicker slow,
Guiding paths we do not know.
Each shadow cast, each hidden door,
A secret waiting to be more.
The rustle of a morning breeze,
A whisper caught between the trees,
Reminds us that we'll find our way,
like the city's pulse, that will always stay.
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Chaos In My Mind
Poesia𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑀𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑜ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑦 ... This is a book of some poems I've written r...
