give strength to the noise
echoes rolling
in ricochet
images of friends
acquaintance memories
evaporating, barely holding on
not enough to make an image
open the windows
nearly hear the dampness
on grey stone walls
absorbing life, a drop at a time
yet the blade sharpener still comes by
calling out for all above to hear
as he pushes down the street
here for your service i am "arrotino"
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