The sky, a distant painted masterpiece,
Unfurling blues where airy currents cease.
From here, the giants loom, their towers high,
Their peaks like needles pricking at the sky.
The hurried feet, a river at my shoe,
Each face a story rushing to pursue
A hidden purpose, a determined stride,
While I observe where shadows softly hide.
The cracks in pavement intricate and deep,
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