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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