It's mid afternoon
And a breeze scatters the leaves,
You can almost hear a call if you have a ear for it,
to come and lose yourself somewhere
in the mangroves or the clusters of trees
at the foot of the hill.
Nowhere the twilight sings so beautifully,
Nowhere the trees invite you so maddening,
Nowhere you melt into tears
just for nothing,
Nowhere you can meditate
and connect with the universe so close,
even on a bike,
Nowhere else can you close your eyes
in the middle of a crowd
and trust so perfectly
and can choose to get lost completely.
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