A Simple Sit
While the day
chooses it's colors
and night releases
it's silken scarf
A simple sit
amidst transitions
with thoughts
like fallen stars
Wishes made
upon memories
who listens
from afar
Like a voiceless question posed
to passing strangers without ears
what might life bring
today?
Until this one -
that faced me to say,
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