Imagine

Behind the window

a city stands

noisy, exciting, gray,

yet colorful.

A cool breeze carries

children’s laughter.

A green garden spans acres,

where dogs run wild.

People read on green benches.

The city still calls

but for now,

I stay where joy grows wild,

hearing “wows” here and there,

as people’s eyes open wide.

Are you wondering where I am?

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