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Poetry on the City Life💃🏽👣

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👣 and if the streets could speak

Light to each step, like the other talking;

they would speak of every silly dance caught in a moment👣

Struck by the hard air at my face;

enchanter, as I lose myself

with corner turned at every red light

halt! I stop

Shone on the pane against my heavy shoes,

the tip tap of my feet

Held me back with a double shoes,

of the time I almost tripped over in urbs rush,

commute or a long highway that stood traffic

For me to cross by when I stopped still

to watch sunsets as I walked the sidewalk

in the unhurried heartbeat of the city.

a clumsy reminder of the pace

turbido in traffic,

cars in a world of thoughts,

each pause a chance to breathe.

Light for a moment not without a doubt;

On the roadway, amidst traffic streams

municipia the noise and bustlings

as if the streets could speak, as if they speak and speak

struck by cross roads and of every dusty smell by the yellow line

Sought for a good distance under the new left.

the street light glimmers as its dusk

my voice quitens as rain falls

I stroll along the path👣

Around the city and in the city;

Light the flame for a door to do

I reach home

Combed the daylight for dusk

👣and if the streets could speak

Light to each step, like the other talking;

they would speak of every silly dance caught in a moment

of laughter, of pause, of moments unshared,👣

calling me to stop, to breathe,

to savor each fleeting instant,

each step a note in the grand score

of life unfolding,

precious baby steps on the streets that speak

as if the streets could speak.

as if the streets could speak.

👣

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