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| Image credit to Volker Lehmann |
In the hush between hustle and home,the city exhales a golden sigh—
as if tired of holding its breaththrough 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 meetone 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
~ Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 18 June 2025 - All Rights Reserved
