New York- 

The place

Where, 

I can rest my eyes on skyscrapers between trees

And the remaining details will all be whittled down

The place 

Where, 

Sunlight will never again grace the zodiacs

And the rumble of steam and wheels excites my heart

The place

Where, 

Medusa lights the path to her show

And I lean into the magnificence watching musicians sing and nightingales dance

The place 

Where, 

the warm glow of the sun rises above the stage

And the elated spirits of rockettes arises mine once and forever more

The place 

Where, 

The spirits of fallen stand in a gaze filled with lull

And I hear the silence urging life to be sprung from the fall beneath

The place 

Where,

A canal splits two ethnicities like wildflower

And their passion burns like spice and kind-heartedness

The place

Where,

I feel the chilling wind rush through my hair

And the people below look like ants but the height scares me so

The place 

Where, 

The same lull is pulled and stretched

And many play under the abundance of green and sun

This place

Is the place

Where, 

I can let my guard down and rest

Because there is a sense

Of welcomeness,

In the hearts of others

And you only need to be like them

A loving soul

Who,

Would greet the lost

With the same sense

And love the whittled details underneath worn skin

Because, this is 

New York-

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