BREATH

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Listen, for the night is young. 
Remain- 
this moment demands your undivided attention,
Amidst the hustle and bustle, the street in constant motion, 
you find something that is silent, 
that is watching, is still and unstirring.
open yourself and watch how the world unfolds
it's been longing, 
it's been waiting 
slow and silent.


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