In the alley colors scream against the gray

In the alley, colors scream against the gray,

a canvas alive, where silence used to reign.

Cans clink, a melody of rebellion, sharp strokes,

a mural unfolds beneath the weight of the day.

The bold orange spills over into the dull,

a shout in silence, a riot of life,

words rise like smoke, carrying their stories,

a beautiful mess woven through brick and stone,

where art refuses to bow to the mundane,

a testament to voices that refuse to be lost.