Refuge

After listening to Mazen Maarouf

 

I see you outside

the Arc de Triomphe

 

watching a bubble blown

into the crisp, winter air.

 

You want to reach out

feel the silky sheen

 

run over your hand

but you cannot.

 

Caught in the haze of

happiness interrupted

 

all you can do

is look on.

 

 

 

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