Neon Elegy

In the heart of the city's pulse, where neon dreams take flight, A symphony of light and shadow dances through the night. The streets are alive with whispers of the past, Each sign a beacon, each glow a testament to the human heart. The car glides silently, a ghost in the mist, Its headlights pierce the haze, a fleeting kiss. The air is heavy with the scent of change, A silent promise of what might be, what might remain. The buildings stand tall, their faces aglow, A canvas of stories, painted in hues of blue and red. The people are shadows, fleeting and deep, Each step a chapter in the city's unending sleep. This is not just a street, but a tapestry of time, Where the past and future intertwine. In the glow of the neon, we find ourselves, Reflected in the dreams of the city's heart, A place where the soul can both lose and find its way.