A tree here, garland there, people walking by,
Just a glimpse into lives not known, colors melding.
They've added beauty into the quiet city.
Ding, ding goes the trolley, the buses pass by.
All of it is fleeting, coming and going, a bustling.
Work, shopping, the next place for food all below.
Above the lights shine, the moon breaks through,
Then is gone beneath the clouds, like a cover.
Nothing is shown and we are not really known.
Not in the busyness of this spinning world.
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