In the core of the city, the beat areas of strength for beats,
Substantial pinnacles scratch the sky, where dreams should be.
Neon lights glimmer, creating shaded areas long,
Every road a story, a cadence, a melody.
Swarms rush by, faces obscured carelessly,
Voices mix — an ensemble, a turbulent taste.
High rises rise like goliaths in a labyrinth,
While stowed away corners hold insider facts of calmer days.
Tram reverberations and chuckling swirl into the atmosphere,
Snapshots of association, outsiders who care.
In the clamoring mayhem, life tracks down its stream,
A perpetual dance of ebb and shine.
The city inhales, a living, energetic workmanship,
With each heartbeat, it catches the heart.
In metropolitan life, we track down our direction,
An embroidery woven, many days.
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