The sounds of an early morning city,
they gather pace and energy and more,
it speaks to me and I to it, there's hope,
somehow I can sense it not just now,
but as the day progresses and moves,
fiorward into this catacylism of life,
cars, stallls, market places, shops,
in every way the town dwellers,
interact and engage, yet I feel so,
drawn to it and there may not,
be a word for it but I have not yet,
a desire to search for those phrases,
I already know in my heart deep,
down don't always need a voice when,
there is this genuine connection,
as I stroll, walk, run, dash and,
otherwise immersive myself now,
and always when I can be so,
active an actor dramatist without,
really acting but following the rush,
of a dialogue that doesn't need,
a director, directions, signpost
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