Airbaja- 'Echoes from Berlin'

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Echoes from Berlin

In the shadow of the Brandenburg Gate,
A city whispers of its tangled fate.
Cobblestones echo with boots and cries,
Yet resilience burns where the phoenix flies.

From cabarets to the underground’s hum,
Dreamers gather, their hearts overcome.
Jazz spills like wine in Kreuzberg bars,
While love writes its name beneath fading stars.

The Wall once carved a bitter divide,
But art and rebellion would not be denied.
Colors bled where the gray once stood,
Graffiti sang of brotherhood.

Voices rise from East and West,
In every lament, humanity’s best.
A poet’s verse, a singer’s refrain,
Wipe the soot from Berlin’s pain.

Now echoes of Morrison, Lennon, and Reed,
Blend with stories of love and greed.
The Spree carries tales of wild delight,
Where shadows dance beneath the night.

Oh Berlin, your scars remain,
A tapestry woven from joy and pain.
Yet through the rubble, you still ascend,
A city of echoes that never will end.