A Warmer Welcome Still

 
I think I fell in love with you
The first time you whispered you can know me
Through the blaring of car horns
and golden cracked streets of pavement ends,
where trees grow sparse as shillings.
That morning you showed me beauty can begin
Where others stop looking
I fell in love with you
In the broken smiles of thieves and villains
Offering me a welcome hand and chapati bread
That day I took tea and realized brokenness is only a never-ending sea to those afraid of sailing.

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