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The quiet streets are shimmering,
soft reflections on the glass.
A fading voice is lingering,
but I don’t want this to pass.
The sun is pouring endlessly,
on every step I trace.
A gentle hand is reaching me,
inside this quiet place.
Time is slowing,
every breath is glowing.
I see the colors change,
but nothing feels the same.
This afternoon is clear and true,
a gentle scene in bloom.
Transparent light, I walk with you,
and chase away the gloom.
