Night Street Poetry Quest

Tonight the city folded into a lattice of shadows and paint, each alley whispering its own pulse. I followed the trail of a freshly splashed tag that curved around an abandoned stairwell, feeling the weight of stories that have lingered unseen for years. In the quiet between footsteps my mind catalogued little movements, tiny seeds that will sprout into verses in another time. The glow from flickering streetlights seemed to echo back the resilience of those hidden voices, reminding me why I keep wandering these corners after dark. #UrbanPoet 🌙