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Belváros

You wait, this charming place,

luminous towers,

columns of bells,

chimes that scrape the evening sky.

The inner city, sunset,

sheer walls of light reverberate

with all the tones and glow

of your resentment, this place.

You have hated the

wash of lustrous peach,

you have missed the

tinted clouds, the swell of

incandescent night.

The gong of evening

shimmers, clanging chorus of

traffic signals, sprong of fluorescent

signs in the twilight.

The glint of your reflection that

rings off the ground-floor windows,

alone you wait, cozy in

the awning of dusk

lilting from the buildings.

Sharp clang of memory.

Twinkle of memory.

Chime of the city.