The city yawns a concrete hazy stretch
Before the sirens find their daily screech.
My sneakers whisper on the dew-kissed pave,
A podcast murmurs secrets it will save
For later listening. The sky, a bruised plum,
Slowly surrenders to the sun's soft hum.
A hurried coffee, steam against the chill,
The digital world begins its urgent drill.
But in these steps, a quiet...
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