Smoke rose from the towering building,
statuesque and concealed partly by clouds.
The fountains steam and spout water
as we make our way through.
Camera at the ready,
I steal glimpses of the city dwellers.
My finger presses down before I could stop myself.
All of the allure and marvelous
mixing and messes of color and fabric
weave through the crowd, like a quilt.
I’m transfixed in the middle, snapping
and spinning, bending and leaning to find
the perfect angling.
They don’t even know, without them,
this city would be less colorful.
It would be incomplete. 
Dawning Creations 
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