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A brief encounter

Wednesday, February 03, 2010 Jujiin 0 Comments Category :

I am the smoke that comes from the stick I hold between my fingers
I am the indistinct chattering of strangers with coffee and shopping bags
I am the ink that transforms thoughts into words
I am the flapping of a bird's wings that disturb the tiny space it occupies

You are the sound of chairs being pulled back and forth
You are the sudden nudge that makes leaves dance
You are the meeting of two songs that compete in one's ears
You are the falling crumbs that will never be digested

We are the clicking of heels that tap the floor endlessly
We are the abrupt brush of cold that makes one smile
We are the gradient sky that signals the coming of the stars
We are the electric fire flies that adorn these trees

- Starbucks Greenbelt 3, 5:45PM

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