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  • In the silence from the hum of the Engine.
    Between, the Crickets of bikes and and Honks of buses.
    This cart stood , there perfectly poised and styled.
    Carelessly left by the side, in the corner.

    There a moment where it was GOLD.

    Not the kind that kings and queens beguile;
    Or the kind that glitters in the light;

    The kind that transforms you inside.
    A bright light filled with warmth.
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