Empty streets—
A flicker of light.
Shadows stretch,
Then fade to night.
The walls whisper;
Bricks hold their breath—
A city alive
In the echo of death.
The rain sings gray,
The wind hums high.
Who walks here now?
Who said goodbye?
City of ghosts—
Where do they go?
In alleys of silence,
The memories flow.
City of ghosts—
The stories remain—
In corners of darkness,
They call out my name.
Aborted up shop—
Neon still burns.
A sign for a diner—
No one returns.
A saxophone cries
Somewhere unseen,
Playing for phantoms
In this broken machine.
Muted brass hums—
Time won't pass.
Sun on string breaks—
Rain falls for—
The city's a canvas
Painted with hearts.
City of ghosts—
Where do they go?
In alleys of silence,
The memories flow.
City of ghosts—
The stories remain—
In corners of darkness,
They call out my name.
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City of Ghosts
© Copyright: Альберт Светлов, 2026
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