We sat on a bench in Circular Quay, Sydney and my lovely husband was busy sketching, so I sat and relaxed beside him. After a short while, I took out my pen and notepad and began to write. Here is the result. Prelude. The rumble of the trains The crunch of the gravel The whisper of the breeze The laughter of the people The murmuring of the discussions The rattle of the cars The rustle of the trees The squawk of the seagulls The horns of the boats The music of the buskers The slap of the flip flops The roar of the motorbikes The beep of the phones The chatter of the children The steady beat of my heart. I enjoyed listening to the city’s song.
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