Poetry Night

Beat the concrete,
soles of single pairs of feet
breathing dust as the city sleeps.
The city is a half-dreaming dragon,
brightly colored,
danger and beauty,
glistening in glass and brick.
Stone and steel amidst
green parks,
or are they tiny cracks of hope
blooming in the dark?

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