Maiden & Akira
Hey, I was just staring at the streetlights last night, and it hit me: the city at midnight feels like a hidden garden, every cracked wall a mossy rock and every flicker a firefly. Got any poems about that?
In the hush of midnight streets I wander,
Streetlamps like lanterns in a secret garden,
Cracked walls stand like mossy stones,
Each flicker a firefly dancing.
I hear the city breathing softly,
Its hidden heart beating in quiet corners,
A world tucked between shadows and light,
Where every step feels like a gentle poem.