I drift through streets like whispered rhymes A poet lost in drifting times. The cobbled paths the neon glow Each face a tale I’ll never know. watch lovers pause and part painter setting art to heart. café hums bells declare— walk breathe I’m simply there. step sigh turn glance city hums quiet dance. weave voices scent sound ghost whose footprints kiss ground. No place be no time keep wanderer of waking sleep. world unfolds painted blur— sings for flâneur. Reflections dance on glass steel life half-seen half-real. Through every arch winding stair Stories whisper air. sip wine stolen tune marketplace afternoon. alleyways empty squares flâneur floats but stares.