A city keeps its ruins

A city keeps its ruins
Reaping its charm
affirmated in grave
The vitality in pride
The everlasting odor
of hot, sugared grain.

The promise of light
time-locked forever
A rustbox collection
epitomizing a name
decays in continuum
Fixtures to never fade.

Dismantled lifesource
The histories remain
Nostalgia of unknown
The past runs through
love, until it’s again.

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