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Bazaar Dream
Bazaar Dream
The streets are filled with crystal and gold gemstones and silver with tapestries of old
The market brings us both the apple and pear breads and pastries the scents fill the air
The seamstress is selling her silk and scarves satin and velvet down here by the wharves
The air is freshened with candles and incense oils and spices carried into the distance
Bellowing aloud here are the poet and prophet preacher and pauper with his empty pockets
The tents are filled with sellers and buyers lovers and fighters always ready for hire
This vision is of stone walls and sand blue skies and sun stretch across the land
My dream felt like the glimmer of a star everyone and anyone welcome to my dream bazaar
Drakavai2010
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