By JH Sayyar
The city wakes with sirens in her song,
Steel spires rise like hopes against the sky.
Her heartbeat drums through avenues long,
Where you chase the stars that pass them by
Her subways roar beneath the morning feet,
And steam ascends from grates like prayers.
Each face a tale unfinished, incomplete,
Yet bound by light that dances through her airs
The dusk ignites her windows into flame,
While towers burn in gold against the gray
Each corner holds a memory or a name,
Of love or loss that time can’t sweep away.
O city crowned in neon, bold and true—
You in gloom, teach us something new.
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