July 27 and 28

I walk and pass through another community space
Full of locked away places
Memorial gardens, courtyard greenspaces,
Parks and churches, neighborhood homes
Surrounded by fences, they stand alone
Iron, steel, metal, all gated to perfection
Brick and mortar buildings standing at attention
18th, 19th century hues
The 20th century erupted, started spreading the news
Beautiful shades of red, white and blue
Balcony views emerged from stifling church pews
New lives on the rise
Finally recognized for their unique designs,
Stylised in countries, they unified
By sharing otherworldly, their places in time
Sculpted by hand, they crafted us signs
There's a poetic nature to their architecture
In Brooklyn, in Queens, Manhattan, the Bronx
The renaissance period, artistic dreams
An abandoned lot full of broken dreams
Now rusted shut, ancient machines
A underpass, a tunnel, an old alleyeay
Surrounded with gates, buildings covered with ivy and greenery, flowers and trees I've never seen.
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Reminds me of an animated movie
I recommend you all to see:
The Secret World of Arriety.

<I read the book the Borrowers as a kid. And the Secret Garden. This movie is kind of like.both of those wrapped into one.
I spent lots of time as a kid imagining I was tiny and could walk and live among the shelter of the plants and trees like all the bugs and birds and butterflies.>

Will we remember
Our ancestors dreams
The stories they created
They wanted us to see
To feel with our souls
To see with our senses
Our eyes are a tool
We speak through you