Posted in Poem, Writing

Market. (rhyming)

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The sun dawns and the salesmen set out for another long and exhausting day. Wearing colorful cotton to cover themselves from summer May. Sitting alongside the street, as the dust drifts up. The vendors lay a blanket and open their shop. Bangles, chains, necklaces, anklets, bracelets stacked on the mat. Set in front of them, the men on their mat.Echoes their screams, calling out their goods.Ranging from ornaments, clothing, utensils, jewelry, decorative pieces and foods.

The market, buzzing with people, is noisy and magical. A trip to the market, seriously is fantastical.





A Capricorn, December born, love writing poems and stories. Music, Art, and Chocolates are important elements of my daily life. While I am crucially deciding on what new to write, I spend my time with my best friends who are competing for the post of Most Craziest, yet the Best and Awesome Best Friend. The aim is to change the world into a better place to live in and the motto is to "be the change."

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