City Pulse
Glass towers stretch like ambitions
piercing smog-filtered dreams.
Footsteps echo on concrete—
rhythms of lives
weaving, colliding, dissolving.
A stranger’s glance,
a child’s laugh slicing through engine growls,
a pigeon’s wingbeat overhead—
somehow it all matters.
The city breathes
and we inhale chaos like oxygen.
Copyright © Dufflite Xetaw | Year Posted 2025
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