Where the sky stretches wide,
unbroken,
and the sun spills its golden breath
over restless streets.
Glass towers lean into clouds,
reflections caught in their sharp faces,
while shadows gather softly beneath,
like whispered secrets.

The air hums with voices,distant and near,
laughter tangled with the low pulse of passing cars,
the scent of rain mixing with the heat of concrete,
life blooming in the cracks,
unapologetic and wild.

Here,nothing waits.
The river moves,indifferent yet constant,
carrying stories carved into its surface--
lost names forgotten promises,
silent echoes.

But in the chaos,there is a heartbeat,
steady and true.
A child's gaze filled with wonder,
a stranger's brief kindness,
the quiet between sirens.

This is no perfect place,
but it breathes,it aches,it dreams.
And in its flawed,fierce beauty--
it feel like forever.