If one could see the light of the soul, the cityscape would be as the starlit black heavens, be it day or night.
As the heavens are the most enchanting song of black and brilliant light come the night, as is our cityscape.
We sat upon the housetop in the light of a mature spring and let the cityscape be our art, art in every sense. For it was the sight and the music too, the aroma and the busy vibe. It was in our bones, in our blood, in the map of our DNA. For this city had long been our home, the setting of every memory we treasure. So, let others escape the city, we stay. The cityscape is our dreamscape. For this place of concrete and light, we would be heroes every day.
The cityscape told the story of us in colours, from the neon rainbow lights to golden kitchen glows. We are the city, we make the dreamscape of the night.
The cityscape was my dreamscape, the stage upon which my dreams uncurled beneath both black heavens and bright sun.
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