Boulevard Reverie A step a sigh turn glance The city hums in quiet dance. I weave through voices scent and sound ghost whose footprints kiss the ground. No place to be no time keep wanderer of waking sleep. world unfolds painted blur— sings for flâneur. Windowpane Worlds 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 never stares.