Nächste Stationen:

Songs fill the air
between river and hill,
on train’s platform and
broad, cold pavement.

Feet dance silent
along the tunnels,
the underground maze,
to their coming change.

Grey skies drift slow
as they echo rumbling streets.
Houses graze the clouds,
and repeat, and repeat.

Light washes like a tide,
and night’s darkness
waits for its chance
to rain colour on the city.

Songs fill the air
between river and hill.

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