sitting in a rushing time machine the warm lights of the q-train slowly bring tranquility to the little girl as the train lifts itself overground she stares out the window as the brooklyn bridge sends it’s bright smile across the deep blue flowing water of the east river a view to admire from her speeding train the sun begins to sleep as she takes a look, mesmerized at the sky soft peach patches and periwinkle brushstrokes, a soft lavender and passionate citrus color making up the sun setting scene complemented by sparkling building lights she smiles in awe inhaling the view calmly breathing in the light the color the beauty bringing her to peace as she slowly heads back underground

The city buzzes with electricity
People huddle under the heat lamps
Relishing in the warm embrace while the train arrives
Silently watching as the last gold threads unravel from the sky
The wind rises and takes flight – making her way through the darkness
Weaving through her city – unnoticed
Floating above the alleyways that swallow secrets
She folds through the library’s gargoyles
And curves through the concrete lions that guard the city
Skyscrapers begin to slow dance with the wind
The frosted lake cracks like a burning fire
Snow-heavy clouds bask in the shadowed reflection from their favorite sculpted mirror
The last train comes to a screeching halt
A blanket of snow tucks the city away for the night
The wind lets out a heavy roar
As she carries the sounds of her city in her wake

Shoilee Mandal is a high school sophomore in New York City. She finds inspiration for art and writing through the…
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