15/02/2025
Amidst the city’s gentle hum,
Where trees and whispers softly drum,
No sun above, yet warmth is near,
In rustling leaves, the heart is clear.
Concrete veins and branches blend,
A fleeting touch, where roots defend,
Warmth not from light, but life around,
In quiet streets, a softness found.
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