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A place calm and quiet
On the top of the hillside
A place far apart from city's hustle bustle
Where one can hear the sounds of dry leaves rustle
A place where winding streets have lost it's way
Yet the sun cast here it's first rays
It's the place of the Gypsies
Where these nomadic people live in peace.
Life here is beautiful with each passing day
It's one and only Sacromonte!!
Copyright © Shonima Burman | Year Posted 2014
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