Almost...

Omar:
This is `almost` perfect. And in the almost lies its strength...that sense of trying to get somewhere, in a marketplace, in life, within oneself...it is a constant struggle. And it came through. Almost...:)

Omar:

Where the footpath is drenched in darkness
in the quarters of light,
and look at the market across

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when it burns suffocatingly with the friction of money
changing hands,

excellent description!

the first para though could be delt with in simpler language, but then again, it`s your piece. i found the way you described intricate details quite interesting. keep us posted with more...

DEAR OMER,
well........i really think this was a nice piece.i liked your description of places but, you could have used a bit simpler language in the first para.

``I caught in a second look;
a child who slept
with his cheek on the pavement.``

Very nice.

Omer:

...welcome...some good lines...hope will get to read more from you...

...living sometimes can indeed become a journey of mindful toes;)

...t