In twilight’s grasp, the city bends,
Nature claims the lands it lends.
A blue-eyed jaguar roams and sees,
Ancient homes give way to trees.
Stars burn in quiet skies above,
Shadows loom over places we love.
Each petal blooms, whispering time,
Life’s brief song in a fading chime.
Ruins breathe under the moon’s soft embrace,
Vines weave through spaces, leaving no trace.
Watchers in the night, they quietly await,
Time’s verdict on our fleeting fate.
We are but flavors, mere questions of when,
The cycle of life, apparent again.
In the decay and growth, life’s pulse beats strong,
From dusk till dawn, where we belong.
Where jungle’s heart with secrets beats,
Fragrant blooms mask urban streets.
Life entwined in a dance of grace,
Yearning for more than just a trace.
Bodies merge, streams without end,
Chasing dreams around each bend.
Grishkin’s laugh cuts through the night,
Promises of love, fleeting delight.
Luxury clings, a dew on skin,
In love’s dance, where many spin.
Material things, though they rise and fall,
Desire remains, outlasting all.
Echoes of peace in battle’s field,
To none the heart’s deep wounds will yield.
Jaguar watches, eyes a gleam,
Witness to our fleeting dream and scheme.
