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.




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