in growing hope there is a wind,
a history fades to scattered parts,
behind curled in on itself,
a market is full of vibrations,
people live together,
in a pile of life,
there is a light shining,
lost among light scattered, burned.
curled in on itself,
fresh vegitables sold,
a city of favorites,
living together,
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
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