The ebullient light parted a narrow streak,
bearing reflection overexposed with emotion
of space seemingly wider,
an illusion seen of jagged edges edge by time.
Muffled gaits and isolated steps
with metallic echoes of unfailing memories
soaked up and stained with age,
well immersed under streams of voices,
troubled yet calm, regressed
by the space that remained pure and void,
flowing within the heart and soul.
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