Glass Cities
We live in glass cities,
fragile as the truths we whisper
behind closed doors.
The streets hum with neon sighs,
faces reflecting off windows,
never quite meeting.
At night,
the skyscrapers lean in close,
as if to confess something
they can’t say aloud.
I walk,
barefoot on cold concrete,
hoping for a crack
to let the stars slip through.
Copyright © Dufflite Xetaw | Year Posted 2025
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