The city sleeps, a tapestry of hushed breaths,
Beneath a sky where stars like diamonds rest and a bird laughs.
A lone streetlamp casts its golden glow,
On cobblestones where secrets softly flow.
A whisper stirs, like a melody untold,
From a window high, a story yet to unfold.
A single tear, a pearl of silver light,
Falls from a dream, a silent, starlit night.
The city wakes, a symphony of sound,
As dawn's first blush paints the world around.
The tear, a memory, a whisper in the breeze,
A fleeting glimpse of what the heart believes.
A quiet moment.
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Barine kabari
A Storyteller, poet in love, dark dreams, motivation
Waves fantastical Worlds through the power of my imagination. With a pen in my hand and a mind with possibilitie.๐
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I enjoyed how the poem mirrors the rhythm of urban lifeโquiet on the surface, but alive underneath. Well doneโthis piece truly lingers.
Great job dear, keep it up๐ช
Such a beautifully serene piece!
Wonderful you did a great work here
This was such a wonderful poem. Loved it!
Good one โค๏ธ