Beside the wheel that greets the skies,
The city’s concrete towers rise,
While down below, on patterned stone,
Two shadows by the sun are thrown.
The city’s concrete towers rise,
While down below, on patterned stone,
Two shadows by the sun are thrown.
With easy steps and casual grace,
They wander through the open space,
Where iron beams and cables meet,
Above the hum of midday heat.
They wander through the open space,
Where iron beams and cables meet,
Above the hum of midday heat.
The giant wheel stands still and tall,
As fleeting moments softly fall,
A slice of life in black and white,
Bathed in the brilliant, open light.
As fleeting moments softly fall,
A slice of life in black and white,
Bathed in the brilliant, open light.
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