Street Markets

The things that I loved the most… Was being treated as precious cargo Knowing it was dangerous and bold Secured with a hand or two to hold Everywhere I’ve been blessed to go Purchasing an array of items sold Traveling ears hear each story told Jeers and chants, a spectacle on show Alerting others who

Haiku #329

I’m always working For that smile, you know the one Where your heart floats on a nile

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Daily humid haze Cannot contain excitement Across the lagoon