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In the Silence and the Sunlight

In a small, nondescript Indian deli
The smell of curry in the air
Colorful pastries in glass cases
And TV blather in the background
Over cups of jasmine tea
And plates of chicken, chicken, chicken
At a wobbly little table
In the corner in the sunlight
Warming silky auburn hair
Tender flesh and broken hearts
Something rooted, something blossomed
Something opened, something healed
Something left for dead awakened
As we found the strength to yield
Something long-forgotten, now remembered
Always was and always will be
In the silence and the sunlight we found love