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Meandering paths
Twisting, turning, dwindling lanes of the city..
Passages down the dwellings, never stirring lives
Superciliously cutting across the heart of the town..
As the sun rises the trodden path watches the spirited steps marked with joy and fervor
As the sun goes down it watches the weary steps lulling its walkways..
It dorns the silvery light watching the romance sizzle up in the strolls..
The...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 2:48 pm
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