In the hazy twilight’s glow they dance,
Blurred traffic lights and beach at low tide,
A double exposure, a surreal trance,
Where reality and dreams collide.

The colors blend, the lines dissolve,
As cars streak by in a hurried race,
While the waves whisper stories unresolved,
And seagulls glide with effortless grace.

Time stands still in this fleeting moment,
Where urban chaos meets nature’s calm,
A fusion of sights both harsh and poignant,
A harmony in this surreal psalm.

So let us pause and drink it in,
The merging of worlds, the magic sight,
Where traffic lights and beach dusk twin,
In a symphony of blurred delight.