Rains are sometimes inevitable In this pretty city, but They turn all of its streets, roads, and alleys Into ugly and muddy spots... If you walk in those streets, then Your pretty pairs of shoes Will not remain clean... If you drive, then Your car will not remain pretty and clean... People who walk everyday will get Very hard times crossing from One street to another, but With great difficulties anytime... There are clear messes Here and there... No one cares about these streets, roads, and Alleys anytime As if it's not anyone's business... These streets are always muddy and ugly, so No one is ready to risk walking or driving Across them anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... Life is hard and difficult With these streets are like these all the time... ______________________________________________________________________
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Some streets, roads, and alleys are completely muddy..A shadowy poem with the imagery.. inevitable realm of human mind thanks brother