The city carefully layers

gold and silver under our ribs

creating an echo and rhythm

a precarious balance

within our very soul

vibrating chords our fingers

can only hope to strum

as we become part

of the beautiful cacophony

undulating wave after wave

of hope and despair, joy and sorrow

love and loss, light and shadow

while we walk the maze of streets

under the protective shelter

of steel and wood giants




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I am very passionate, sometimes too impulsive, a lover of life and all that it has to offer.

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