Prices and Pursuits

In the dance of shadows, high costs entwine, Yet hope flutters softly, like leaves on the vine. Gangs of wild whispers in alleyways blend, While dreams soar like birds, on horizons they bend. A.I. sketches futures with strokes bold and bright, As echoes of nature reclaim lost flight. Amidst all the turmoil, let laughter be found, In this world of wonders, let joy abound.

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