Steam rises from underneath the sidewalks. 

Stoplights change in a colorful cycle. 

Sirens scream off in the distance. 

It’s the only place where you can be surrounded by small talks, 

yet still feel alone in the world. 

It’s a complex coexistence, 

that makes one feel spiteful. 

The orange sunset turns skyscrapers into colossal bonfires. 

Daytime hustle soon turns to nighttime peace. 

Streetlights flicker as I walk past. 

Everywhere I go feels like home,  

when it's just the city and me.


This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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