The city’s breath, a dance of steam in winter’s chill
A waltz of whispers, stories told on windowsill
The heartbeat of the streets, a symphony with thrill
Raindrops on rooftops, a rhythm that’s unstill
Neon lights flickering like stars in the night
Taxi horns blaring, a symphony of city’s flight
Skyscrapers reaching for the heavens in their might
The city’s pulse, a blend of chaos and delight
Coffee shops bustling with laughter and chatter
Artists on sidewalks, bringing dreams to matter
Bridges connecting, people from every platter
Street vendors’ songs, a melody that’s fatter
Subway stations echoing with hurried footsteps
Boulevards bustling with secrets the city begets
Graffiti on walls, a canvas for urban assets
The city’s poetry, a tapestry that never forgets
The skyline silhouette against the setting sun
A labyrinth of alleys where secrets are spun
The city’s breath, a tale that’s never done
In every beat, the city’s spirit is won
Amidst the chaos, a symphony in disguise
A reflection of life under urban skies
The city’s breath, an orchestra that never dies
In its embrace, a million dreams rise