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Silent Corners
In cafés buzzing, laughter flows,
Yet in the swirl, a stillness grows.
The world spins round, a vibrant spree,
While solitude wraps its soft decree.
A table set, but none can see,
The whispers trapped inside of me.
Outside the warmth, within I dwell,
An echoing heart's quiet farewell.
Steam rises high, the cups align,
Yet here I sit, a stranger’s shrine.
The chatter dances, a fleeting song,
As shadows huddle, where I belong.
Wheels roll past on patterned floors,
I watch the life through open doors.
In bustling cafes where souls entwine,
I find my peace in this quiet sign.
Wheels in the Jungle
In concrete jungles, shadows advance,
I glide through alleys, a daring dance.
Each crack in the pavement, a whisper of fear,
Yet I chase the horizon, where dreams draw near.
The world rushes by, in a blur and a haste,
Yet I find my own groove, no time left to waste.
Paths winding and twisted, I sculpt my own route,
Though they see me as 'other,' I glide without doubt.
Each turn tells a story, unique and profound,
In the heart of the city, my voice can be found.
For in every small struggle, there's a spirit that thrives,
An outsider's rich journey, where the wildest heart drives.
Silent Sunsets
On the sidelines, shadows stretch and play,
A canvas brushed in gold and crimson hue,
From my stillness, where silence finds its say,
I watch the sun dip low, the day adieu.
The world spins fast, in a dance I can't partake,
Yet in the glow, a quiet beauty gleams,
For even from afar, my heart can awake,
To colors painting hope in whispered dreams.
With each sunset, a reminder to embrace,
The wonder in the twilight, bright and bold.
Though I stand still, the sky's grace fills the space,
In every sigh of dusk, a story told.
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