Wanderers

We were left to wander
the streets with the signs
of dusk looming,  set in
motion beneath a subtle
hue of jazz found in the
stars, with you and I as
the trumpet and the sax,
trailing songs with our
footsteps, singing along;
we were born wanderers,
left to the rhythms set by
the land,  following along
with the moon and stars
guiding us hand in hand
to the places only seen by
the inside of our dreams.

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