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Free Verse

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As I walked out of the subway exit,
I thought I heard prayers
the kind that would seep out of
stained glass windows
in the Old City of Jerusalem,
serenading the doves and stray cats.

I envisioned the prayers
scribbled on notes
clutched in siddurs
running through

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Lindsay Soberano-Wilson

Lindsay Soberano-Wilson

Poet | Top Writer | Editor: Put It To Rest & iPoetry. (BEd, MA) | Author of Casa de mi Corazon: A Travel Journal of Poetry & Memoir |

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