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The City That Waits

Echoes of Laughter in Stone

By a broken heartPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
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The City That Waits
Photo by Denys Argyriou on Unsplash

Stone giants stand guard, guardians of time's slow pace,

Cobblestone veins trace memories, etched on each face.

The laughter of children, bouncing off ancient walls,

Echos of life, where history enthralls.

Streets wind like rivers, leading to squares of sun,

Where lovers once strolled, whispered secrets begun.

In markets vibrant, voices rise and fall,

A tapestry of lives, big and small.

But silence descends, with the setting sun's embrace,

Leaving shadows long, on this empty space.

I stand here a stranger, yet feel strangely known,

As if the city whispers, a story of its own.

Will it welcome me in, share its secrets held tight?

Can I write my own chapter, bathed in its ancient light?

The city waits, patience carved in stone,

For new stories to weave, on its heart yet unknown.

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a broken heart

I write poems to express my feelings since 2020... and now I'm going to start posting them! Love you all :)

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  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 months ago

    I love people watching and your poem portrayed it very well. I loved it!

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