the past and souls

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I was lost...in old cities..
Swirling smell of the ancient perfume of myrrh..
Became a witness. .walking beside you, listening in amazement..
Who am I..
This force is beyond my comprehension and yours,
You agreed.
Our souls and mine..
Who are we...in these souks of lives

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