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As I walk into the streets of the small quaint village I live,
I see the buildings that surround me in the bright color of the sunlight
I  see children playing in the streets, chasing a ball and laughing
I hear the hawkers selling their wares of many different shapes and colors
I hear the  men bartering for the price of many things they want
I notice the women looking thru the items, both dressed of rich and poor
I smell the sweet smell  of the flowers being sold by the flower girl
I smell the smell of bread  baking in a near by bakery shop
I notice the rogue of boys who try to pickpocket the passer byes
but there is only one thing I feel as I walk passed these scene
which is the love of that is shared by my the true love holding my hand
as I enjoy everything around me.

(2008)

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