i am
yet a
stranger,
tourist -
visitor!
without your hand in mine,
it is all still magic and
miracle to
me!
the bustle, the
people, the
music, and
the
food!
But how it was nicest,
your hand in mine -
The fresh
breeze
in the October, bright-lit
city -
Breath entangled in
eager bliss!!
Monday, April 24, 2017
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