The city and only city

Concrete canyons, skyward thrust,

Steel and glass, in sunbeams kissed.

Honking horns, a rhythmic beat,

Footsteps echo, down bustling street.

Faces masked, a hurried tide,

Chasing dreams, with nowhere to hide.

Neon signs, a vibrant hum,

Whispering secrets, as shadows come.

Coffeeshop steam, a fragrant spell,

Stories shared, where secrets dwell.

Buskers' tunes, a mournful cry,

Lost in echoes, as days go by.

Park benches bathed in golden light,

Whispers of hope, against the night.

Children's laughter, pure and true,

A fragile bloom, in concrete dew.

Stars peek through, in sliver thin,

A reminder, where it all begins.

Moonbeams paint the rooftops grey,

City sleeps, while dreams take sway.

So listen close, beneath the din,

The city's heart, a pulsing skin.

For in its depths, a soul untold,

Of dreams and whispers, brave and bold.

From sunrise gleam to starlit tear,

The city breathes, year after year.

Hold its rhythm, in your beating breast,

For in its pulse, life finds its rest.