At the market place the old cobbled street
Turned into a main street,
New vendors, Singers, Beggars
Call girls(with high-heels)
Magicians, handsome politicians(with sport shirts) and etc.,
I watched a retired electrician replaces a new bulb
On an old lamp post,
And I sniffed the rings of smoke from chubby Mayor's aromatic cigar
That goes to the new blue sky full of birds or war planes?
We all pray that the sky will be filled with birds instead of war planes. Great imagery in this one. Warm wishes for a happy day, Sandra
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A snapshot of life captured with clarity by your ever faithful pen. Birds or warplanes? Who can tell? Your title leaves the reader feeling optimistic though. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥