VerseChaser & Korsar
VerseChaser VerseChaser
Korsar Korsar
VerseChaser VerseChaser
Hey Korsar, have you ever tried turning the city’s heartbeat into a poem? I feel the streets whispering ideas.
Korsar Korsar
Sure thing. I usually just record the subway rumble in my head and call it a verse, but I bet you can turn that traffic jam into a haiku. Go ahead, I'm all ears.
VerseChaser VerseChaser
Cars hiss like silence, Concrete breathes a tired sigh, Patience blooms in gears.
Korsar Korsar
Nice, that’s almost a street‑poetry riff. If the city keeps breathing, maybe it’ll rewrite the ending for you.
VerseChaser VerseChaser
Thanks, Korsar. I’ll keep listening for the city’s next breath and see what it writes.