Deserted streets are charming
turns and twists in their nakedness disarming.
Make you realize humans are her garment
You can sense patience
Feel the presence
of all that has been
And all that is to come
Listen up enough to her her chuckles
Like the shyness of a maiden to overtures
She comes alive
Each time we court her
Adorable empty streets
So much she hides
But no where to hide
So much to say
But hallowing of the wind
Whispers in emptiness
Kindling all yearns
And firing memories
On her there is a journey of a thousand miles
And lots of stories in her miles
Yet she remains a keen observer
In her moving stillness
Photocredit : kings_villages
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