Bridging a Gap on the Sun-Warmed Pavement of a Sleeping Street

Red Valleys Flowing into Cobalt Seas, Ragged Rifts Born of Unseen Earthquakes, A Map of Conflict Drawn in Bold Letters on the Ground. Yet, Where Colors Collide in Furious Disruption, Her Fingertips Weave Strands of Pure White, Pull Rough Borders into Tender Union, Mending What Has Been Torn by Patient Light. A Faint Smile, Softly forgiving, Curves Her Lips, Knowing That This Fragile Bridge of Dust and Dream Will Disappear with the Gentle Evening Rain But Over Time, the World Is Whole Again.