where the hustle and bustle is the rhythm and tide
there's a symphony playing, both sweet and rough
in the sound of the streets, loud and gruff
it begins with the footsteps, a steady beat
marching to the rhythm of the crowded street
each step a story, each path a tale
in the never-ending hustle, where souls prevail
the honking of cars, the screech of brakes
echoes of a city that never sleeps or forsakes
a cacophony of life, in its vibrant array
in the relentless rhythm, night or day
voices rise and fall, in a constant hum
singing the ballads of the lost and the numb
each voice a melody, in the urban choir
amidst the chaos, a spark of desire
the laughter of children, the cries of the old
the whispers of secrets, the stories untold
in every corner, in every street
the sound of life, both bitter and sweet
so listen closely, to the song of the street
for in its melody, you'll find defeat
but also hope, and dreams anew
in the symphony of life, forever true
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Solo, Sun, 12th May 2024. 10:00 am
Suko Waspodo
