Noir Reverie

In the monochrome whispers of the city's soul,

A solitary figure takes an evening stroll,

The rain has etched the streets with stories untold,

A noir scene unfolds, both stark and bold.

 

The pavement gleams like a mirror to the sky,

Reflecting the world as people pass by,

His steps, a slow rhythm in the silent night,

An echo of the day, in the fading light.

 

The lamps, like sentinels, cast a golden eye,

On alleys and faces, the low and the high,

Every drop of rain, a note in this urban lullaby,

A symphony heard by those who know not to pry.

 

In this realm of shadow, light, and reverie,

Each silhouette has its own secret story,

The city breathes in a cycle of its own,

In the noir reverie, where solitude is sown.

 

Take in this snapshot of the city's heart,

Where every end is just another start,

In this image, let your own thoughts embark,

On a nocturnal journey, through the dark.

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