Breath Among Mists

The shadow breathes and learns to sing among cold bricks.
The fog wraps the buildings, caressing them in white silence.
A subtle voice awakens within the city’s heart.
The concrete listens, a veil of vapors trembling at the breath.
Every window is an ear, every chimney a silent note.
The melody expands through pipes and hidden memories.
The shadow’s breath remains, singing with the rising dawn.
The palaces tremble with light and rain in a secret chorus.
And the fog applauds softly to the new refrain.