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A Breath
Soft sounds flow through the air,
With the city life sirens,
out distant in the grey.
Layered down and bundled,
people slip by with muffled steps,
as the morning fades away.
I breathe in.
The air tastes clean and chilled for a moment,
slightly salty from the bay,
and then,
it vanishes...
Thoughts of walking and seeing...
watching and admiring come to mind.
Only wishes to do,
and none to be.
The leaves are beginning to grow now,
the sun's warmth lingers longer,
and the streets are becoming busier...
Bakeries and deli's open their doors once more.
Fresh bread and handmade pastries,
cast fine aromas onto the plazas.
Laughter fills the town square,
while couples enjoy each others company..
They relax over fine wine and cuisine,
romancing,
and making memories....
Others sit by the bay and share stories..
warm each others hearts.
Others may find a quiet dock and sit,
savoring the silence together..
Others choose to walk,
hand in hand whi-
I breathe out.
Looking down at my outreached hand,
I am reminded of my sadness...
And the reason this place looked so grey.
With no other hand to hold mine back,
I am lonely on this day.
With the city life sirens,
out distant in the grey.
Layered down and bundled,
people slip by with muffled steps,
as the morning fades away.
I breathe in.
The air tastes clean and chilled for a moment,
slightly salty from the bay,
and then,
it vanishes...
Thoughts of walking and seeing...
watching and admiring come to mind.
Only wishes to do,
and none to be.
The leaves are beginning to grow now,
the sun's warmth lingers longer,
and the streets are becoming busier...
Bakeries and deli's open their doors once more.
Fresh bread and handmade pastries,
cast fine aromas onto the plazas.
Laughter fills the town square,
while couples enjoy each others company..
They relax over fine wine and cuisine,
romancing,
and making memories....
Others sit by the bay and share stories..
warm each others hearts.
Others may find a quiet dock and sit,
savoring the silence together..
Others choose to walk,
hand in hand whi-
I breathe out.
Looking down at my outreached hand,
I am reminded of my sadness...
And the reason this place looked so grey.
With no other hand to hold mine back,
I am lonely on this day.
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