It is like that cobbled pavement sighing
To the squelch of my shoes, while walking
Each step ahead just in rhythm
With the moving, how everything else falls in place
What I pass by, those hanging branches brushing past
The streaks of those caresses that tug at me
But I don’t stop by
The rhythm has to go on
I need to feel the earth live, with every spring in my step
I need to feel I am alive in every breath!
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