Smoke curls along the alley,Â
and in the shifting hazeÂ
a mural dragon stares down,Â
its scales chipped,Â
yet the gaze still remains—Â
a watcher above the street.Â
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A cafĂ© door swings open,Â
voices spill into the night,Â
debating ethics over bitter coffee,Â
their words rising,Â
then breaking apartÂ
like ash in the wind.Â
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Inquiry drifts through the scene:Â
a figure pauses,Â
studying the cracks in the pavement,Â
the way shadows leanÂ
toward the lamplight,Â
as if the city itselfÂ
were asking a questionÂ
that no one answers.Â
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The walker keeps moving,Â
not hurried, not stalled,Â
but marked by the silenceÂ
that lingers behind each step.Â
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Powerfully penned, Kesner. Killer imagery and an amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks, Damian. Good to hear from you, here. Cheers.
Hi there. Love the atmosphere & description on this write. Marvelous!
Thanks, voi. Good to hear that. Very, very much appreciated 🕊️🙏