between the alleyways
we see eyes and ears we see
moments of lives of strangers of streets
we hear words and syllables we hear
breathing itself inside and out
breathing itself inside and out

between the flags on the windows
and the spaces between
the stones of the street -
ancient, having seen it all, having felt
every human emotion through the centuries -
we find
our selves
our centers and our strengths we find

behind the fears they feed us we find
we find softness and eyes that learned to laugh we find
surprises and gesture-communication,
wordless we find
serenity.calm.perfect seas: 
wild, mild, free.


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