Tuesday, June 10, 2025

My city dream

Beneath the skyline’s silver gleam,
A lily pond reflects my dream—
Stone bridge arched in quiet grace,
Leading me to time and space.

Glass towers rise like modern scrolls,
Etching futures, daring souls.
Yet ivy clings to brick and beam,
Whispering stories in the stream.

I walk where prairie winds once roamed,
Where jazz and justice found a home.
Each brick, each historic street,
A pulse where past and present meet.

The water’s mirror speaks my name,
A canvas calm, yet set aflame.
I paint with light, with ink, with air—
My city's breath is everywhere.

From Chinatown’s lantern glow,
To murals where bold colors flow,
I blend tradition, tech, and lore—
A city muse forevermore.

So let me build with brush and rhyme,
A future rooted deep in time.
Where art and heart and skyline stream—
This is my loving city dream.

 

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