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In steel canyons, where moonbeams coldly creep,
Concrete giants slumber, choked by vines that creep.
Twisted branches claw at a forgotten sky,
Where stars like shattered glass serenely lie.

Red blooms riot, where asphalt scars the earth,
Embracing brick and bone in floral birth.
White roses rise, amidst the crimson tide,
Whispering tales of how humanity died.

Broken windows frame a moonlit stage,
Where shadows dance, in nature's tragic rage.
Once, echoes hummed, in towers reaching high,
Now, windblown whispers sigh a mournful sigh.

Yet, beauty blooms from dust and shattered pane,
A fragile hope, defiant of the rain.
White roses stand, where empires used to be,
A testament to life's tenacity.

So, wander here, where silence holds its sway,
And ponder futures lost, where roses pave the way.
For even in the ruins, stark and cold,
Hope's gentle bloom refuses to be sold.

Description
In steel canyons, where moonbeams coldly creep,
Concrete giants slumber, choked by vines that creep.
Twisted branches claw at a forgotten sky,
Where stars like shattered glass serenely lie.

Red blooms riot, where asphalt scars the earth,
Embracing brick and bone in floral birth.
White roses rise, amidst the crimson tide,
Whispering tales of how humanity died.

Broken windows frame a moonlit stage,
Where shadows dance, in nature's tragic rage.
Once, echoes hummed, in towers reaching high,
Now, windblown whispers sigh a mournful sigh.

Yet, beauty blooms from dust and shattered pane,
A fragile hope, defiant of the rain.
White roses stand, where empires used to be,
A testament to life's tenacity.

So, wander here, where silence holds its sway,
And ponder futures lost, where roses pave the way.
For even in the ruins, stark and cold,
Hope's gentle bloom refuses to be sold.