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Walking the City of Life,

Laden with creations by man.

Buildings, vehicles and lights

An amazing array of sights.


There’s choice to be out or in,

Depending on one’s set journey.

Many sights, both tall and wide,

Though not towering from inside.


The many streets and alleys,

A maze when not following maps.

What happens when one is lost?

Could they afford the travel costs?


Adventurous to wander,

Invigorating and carefree.

Many sights, not always there,

Making cell phones a way to share.


Wander the City of Life,

Creations by man and nature.

Discover what feels good to you,

And live your life remaining true.


A poem on Wandering and Observing submitted to dVerse