**The Echo of Forgotten Streets**
Beneath the flicker of amber lights,
A cracked sidewalk whispers stories.
Footsteps fade like fleeting shadows,
Each one a trace of lives unseen.
Rusted gates creak with quiet sorrow,
Echoes of laughter long dissolved.
Windows, blind with dust and time,
Hold secrets in their fragile panes.
Leaves gather in silent assembly,
A patchwork quilt of seasons past.
The air hums low with distant humdrums,
A city breathing its tired song.
Yet amidst the stillness, a pulse remains,
A heartbeat buried beneath the stone.
The streets remember every name,
Each soul a thread in their endless weave.
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**How This Poem Was Crafted**
This found poem was created by piecing together imagery and phrases inspired by urban landscapes and their silent narratives. Drawing from descriptions of forgotten alleys, abandoned buildings, and the subtle life that lingers in the cracks of a city, I wove a tapestry of words that reflect both decay and resilience. The process involved visualizing a scene and distilling its essence into poetic fragments, allowing the environment itself to guide the rhythm and tone of the piece.
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