where rocking chairs host stories
where lifetimes animate in lichens
where temples resound with dance
where nostalgia plays in courtyards
where habits amble in vendor carts
where unknown roads bring letters
where seas drizzle salt at skirt ends
where water melts in scalded songs
where devotion hums to a blue flute
where fingers count to release knots
where films are gatherings on streets
where candles play a gorgeous light
where stovetops glow with stability
where lexicons read into our marrow
where voices manifest into the moon
where days line up to receive the night
where daisies unfurl into constellations
where spider webs and static silences talk
where thick snow gathers like a ceremony
where ego renders itself into obliviousness
where people like you and me hug unabashedly
where tears are invented to be shed unlimitedly
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