In the heart of the city, where lights never sleep,
Skyscrapers rising, secrets they keep.
A symphony of honks, a chorus of street,
City life pulsates to a relentless beat.
Alleys and avenues, a maze of desire,
In the urban jungle, dreams catch fire.
Neon reflections on pavement so cold,
City stories are written in silver and gold.
But escape the chaos, follow the stream,
To a village where life is a tranquil dream.
Fields of green in the morning light,
Village whispers, a comforting sight.
Homes with porches, where time slows down,
Nature's orchestra, a soothing sound.
Underneath the canvas of a sky so wide,
Village life in simplicity takes its stride.
City, a rush, a relentless tide,
Village, a haven, where serenity abides.
In the city's fervor, connections may fray,
While in the village, hearts find their way.
So, whether it's city lights or the village's grace,
Each has a rhythm, a unique embrace.
City and village, worlds apart,
Yet both hold a place in the human heart.

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