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Cruzamentos.

There's always that time of night
when there's not a car on the street,

everything's silent,
and you can just bath in the street lights.

Photo credit: Cora Machadore

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Taking a moment.

It’s important every now and then
to take in the view,
be present in the moment,
let the seconds pass as you observe the calm

and remember—
you are here.

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The city's breath, it's chilling your bones!

Dim lit windows, like vacant eyes,
Nightfall screaming, a chilling rise.
Streetlights flicker, shadows creep,
An asphalt soul, buried deep.

Taste night night, it's chilling your bones.
Fingers tremble, cold as stone,
The city's breath, it's chilling your bones!

Streetlights flicker, a sickly gleam,
An urban heart, a broken dream.
No fiery roar, but whispers' snare,
You're in its grip, cold despair.

Taste night night, it's chilling your bones.
Fingers tremble, cold as stone,
The city's breath, it's chilling your bones!

Chilling your bones.
A thrill, then gone --
A ghost in the stone.
Whispered... unknown.

Photo credit: Kirill Moiseev

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Looking back, thinking forward.

Credit: Paul McGeiver

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Dead bloom.

I’m just surprised this flower is still here in the dead of winter even though its petals have shrivelled up.

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Three windows.

It was a dark room. Hiding there felt so nice on a chilly day.

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A boat by the Tokyo shore.

I came to this place for a mental cleanse. And I emerged with a new drive.

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