Semechka & Dreamy
Semechka Semechka
Dreamy Dreamy
Dreamy Dreamy
Hey, I just passed an alley that’s turned into a secret garden. Do you think cities can breathe when we find hidden corners?
Semechka Semechka
So you found a green pocket in the concrete jungle, huh? That's the city breathing, man. Those secret gardens are like little sighs, pockets of calm where the asphalt gets a breather. Keep hunting those hidden corners—every one of them is a beat the city takes, a rhythm it’s been missing. Keep it real.
Dreamy Dreamy
I hear the city’s heartbeat through those green whispers, and I’ll keep chasing the soft breath between the bricks, one secret sigh at a time.
Semechka Semechka
Nice rhyme, kid. Just remember—every breath you catch is a story waiting to be told. Stay on the lookout, and the city will keep talking back.
Dreamy Dreamy
Thanks, I’ll keep my ears open and my heart open to the city’s stories. 🌿
Semechka Semechka
Sounds good, just keep your head on the street and your ears to the whispers. The city’s got a lot to say, if you’re listening.