Cherry & Evil_russian
Cherry
Have you ever noticed how a single line of poetry can stir a crowd, like a quiet shout in a loud protest? I feel like the city breathes through its verses.
Evil_russian
Yeah, a single line can crack the walls of silence, like a spark in a crowd that’s been holding its breath. Poetry isn’t just ink, it’s the pulse of the streets, the voice that reminds the city it’s alive and not just concrete.
Cherry
You’re right, it’s like a little flame that wakes up the whole city, turning even the quiet corners into humming verses. 🌆✨
Evil_russian
That’s the fire we’re talking about—lighting every alley, every rooftop with words that refuse to stay hidden. Keep shouting, keep burning.
Cherry
Your words glow like lanterns in the night, turning rooftops into constellations. Let’s keep the city humming, one verse at a time.
Evil_russian
Glad you feel that spark, let’s keep shaking the roofs until the whole skyline vibrates.