Outside of Town

I dream of taking a walk on the outskirts of town

Donning a sweater, perfect for the Christmas breeze

I see lights, I see beauty in everything I see

Love in my eyes

I feel butterflies and magic, I smell warmth

Dusk on my skin

New sights, fresh faces

Eavesdropping on the delightful conversations of strangers

Music to my ears

Sweet, sweet sugar cane from the courteous street vendor

Bliss in my mouth

Overpowering my heart’s impasse for the evening



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