I would listen


I would listen at the end of the day
For the soft sounds of my surroundings moving through the fading light
The steps of the children hugging the cobble stones begging for my time before bed
The wheels of merchants coming to a halt, kissing those same stones
The minarets calling to the stars with the bellow of their speakers
The steps, the wheels, the minarets, they call to my heart
I would listen


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