A city is not its landmarks,
They are merely brick and mortar mascara,
Traps for tourists,
A city is its soul,
The veins of the urban centres,
The cobblestone lifeblood of a city,
The alleyways and sights less seen,
The sights and spices and blood,
The sweat and tears and backstreets,
In these asphalt warrens,
You’ll see the real life of the city,
The real people,
The blood cells through these capillaries.

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Comments
  1. Cassa Bassa says:

    To know the heart of the city is to dwell in her presence.

  2. Well penned, my friend. The heart of a city is its people their vibes, hopes and dreams.

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