Little treasures

Yesterday I was in a church, sitting with my eyes closed. I could hear my breath, the sound of the market outside, the door opening and footsteps. All of a sudden the clear and beautiful voice of a man singing. Then he left.

 

Lines on my hands get deeper, I haven’t changed.

Thoughts come and go, a story I live by.

I stop, and let go.

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