When the dusk breaks in,
When the breeze gets cold,
And the masses’ too busy
To see what earth beholds,
The city glowing crazy
Like a million serial lights,
With each narrating a whole
Different kind of fight,
The stillness in the chaos,
Easing worries you never disclose,
Proving it’s not simply bunnies and cards
‘Cause magic is afterall, more than just those.
Poem and Artwork by Shreethigha G.
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