On a midnight street Print

On a midnight street In the city that never sleeps, where dreams take flight, Beneath the neon glow, I stroll through the night. Skyscrapers whisper secrets, reaching for the stars, New York City's heartbeat, pulsing from afar. The streets alive with rhythm, a symphony of sound, Yellow taxis humming, their tires on the ground. Sidewalks tell stories in the city's embrace, As I wander through the shadows, each step a trace. The Hudson reflects the city lights' gleam, A dance of reflections on the midnight stream. Bridges stand like guardians, connecting the divide, In this urban jungle where ambitions coincide. Central Park's whispers echo through the air, A sanctuary of peace midst the city's flair. Beneath the moon's glow, the skyline aglow, I find my way through the city's ebb and flow. New York, a canvas painted in the dark, A masterpiece of contrasts, a unique spark. As the night unfolds, a tale to be told, In the heart of the city, where dreams unfold.