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Nov 2017
There I walk
sunlight reflecting on the ground underneath
Spaces cold and spaces warm
An open place where freedom is felt

I continue walking
my casual stride unplanned
An atmosphere asking for nothing of us
is where we find ourselves

Catching up quickly on concrete
he offers me a flower on a Saturday afternoon
FΓΌr dich Es ist eine Blume
A delicate pink carnation I now hold in my hand
Written by
Najwa Kareem
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