Then pauses
Then falls
The sound climbs
Then stills
Then reverberates
The sky clears
Then clouds
Then coincident
The people walk
Then stand
Then converse
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Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
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