I.
Listen to this poem
this is the city
my city
which fills and overflows
with sunlight so
that everything comes alive
II.
I left one evening
on a plane
and carried in my heart
the song of many sparrows
which go on
from the clouds
I saw the city lights disappear
leaving
for a while
a longing, vanishing
in the blackening night.
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