The Orange Wall - Smooth Unisex

Beneath the citadel of a tired sun, Where alley's breath begins to weave and stall, Stands a silent witness, the orange wall, A canvas where the threads of time are spun. Ripped-up posters, fragments of a tale, Gasp for life in tatters, thin and frail, Where once they heralded with vibrant call, Now only whispers of their glory sprawl. Amid the wreckage, hues that dare to brawl, Graffiti blooms in rebellion's thrall, Wild strokes of freedom that will not pall, In spray-paint's language, both sharp and scrawl. There, the sentinel, a woman's face, In black and white, her eyes imbued with grace. She looks through decades, through the urban crawl, A frozen moment, yet she sees it all. Her gaze, unyielding, pierces through the fray, The chaos of the now, the disarray. A silent judgement cast on every small, Unworthy scribble, and the sun's downfall. The art of man, the city's rise and fall, This orange wall has come to outlive all. But in her sight, where scattered shadows play, Lies t