A quiet street in Taipei's afternoon,
Where shadows stretch beneath the urban dome,
A bike is parked, awaiting riders soon,
Beside a face that smiles away from home.
The city moves with steady, rushing grace,
On two-wheeled steeds the travelers pass by,
While modern glass and concrete fill the space
Beneath the wide and changing autumn sky.
A moment caught in black and silver light,
Where fleeting time stands beautifully still,
Before the day surrenders to the night,
And traffic flows along the distant hill.
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