A painted face half-hidden
behind the swing of a woven bag
a quiet guardian of colour
in a monochrome world.
His eye, ringed in white spirals,
gleams like a secret lantern,
watching over rows of earrings
that fall like captured rain,
each bead a trembling note
of some remembered song.
The stall hums with movement
an arm reaching,
fingers brushing prices and patterns,
life blurring through the frame
while he remains still,
anchored in his small realm
of craft and calm.
Fabric hangs like a doorway
to another story,
threads dyed with the patience
of many hands.
And behind it all,
his masked face waits
both present and apart
as if he were woven too
from ritual, pigment, and silence,
a keeper of small beauties
in the drifting hush of the market.
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