Where the Evening Breathes

Image credit to Volker Lehmann

In the hush between hustle and home,  

the city exhales a golden sigh—   

as if tired of holding its breath  

through the clamor of dreams passing by.  

Crimson spills on the glass and chrome,  

a twilight kiss from the falling day,  

and buildings like steadfast hearts arise,  

etched in silence, fading away.  

A steeple leans toward the colored sky,  

not in yearning, but in grace—  

like love, reaching without asking,  

soft and certain, finding its place.  

Each street is a story on repeat:  

beginnings, detours, long goodbyes—  

and yet we walk, still hoping to meet  

one soul that steadies all our why’s.  

So let this quiet moment linger—   

a love note tucked in urban breath.  

For even in steel and rushing lights,  

life finds beauty in what’s left.

 ~ €mpêråtrïzV

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