I Know a Street
I know a street
that wakes at dawn
to a distant melody
people passing by
leave their smiles
floating in the air for me
I know a street
I know that street
where my childhood used to run
every night it falls asleep
with the stories I’ve become
I know a house
warm bread and jasmine
singing softly in the air
children laughing in the yard
little fires everywhere
I know a street
I know that street
where my childhood used to run
every night it falls asleep
with the stories I’ve become
every night
that old street
sadly, falls asleep
that old street
that
old
street
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