street children
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She races to my car
As our eyes meet from afar
Her pink dupatta drags itself on the road
Why does she carry this wave of hope?
I pray for the light to change
But she’s beside me right away
If we're trying to understand the universe
why can't we do it through our hands,
fragile little bones bending
to send the energy we conduct
by blood pulsing in and out of chambers
through all that we touch,
