The
small side alley
The
narrow strip only for humans
She
set up her stall
Selling
those kitchen utensils
For
a limited days
She
hangs around
Watching
over her kitchen utensils
Life
is a timeless waiting
Nobody
arrives
She
is as alone as the wind
Ocassionally
the pigeons
She
has to chase away
When
she wakes up
It
is only her own kitchen
Chasing
the cockroaches
Disturbing
her days and nights
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