Under the hum of streetlights, bicycle flutters gather,
the sheer grey range reconstitutes as starless black.

From the faraways and thoroughfares voices wail, near
and distant, chatters of sirens rattle through night black.

Through park lands peach blossoms twirl, and twirl,
even here the pine winds chant can be heard.

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Hedges in dimensions perfect mark path edges,
flower beds in colours calculated rest in immaculate squares.

Gusts from four corners trail blossoms in ten directions,
iron shears cannot cut the pine wind.

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Grey monoliths transform into black sentinels,
flutters of bicycles seek out the shop fronts,

radiant weaves of neon chatter bright,
the night tie just rolls, and rolls.

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