Berlin

In the graffiti’s dance on the city's walls,
Bright urban decay; a movement that calls.
An art form rich with hope, in every artful trace,
The city's vibrant mold, taking every space.

In piss-soaked soil, flowers bloom in parks so grand,
Fountains whispering tales of history's demand.
Bottle collectors navigate through early dawn,
Earning life's small change, a meal to be drawn.

Under neon whispers, secrets intertwine,
As Berlin pulses with a rhythm rich and divine.
Scents of the world mixing; an intimate sigh,
In every corner, her spirit touches the sky.

Berlin, a paradox in both time and space,
Human resilience etched on every face.
Within this ancient heart, amidst the fray,
Lies the hard beauty of the city's unique ballet.