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Down On the Bricked Pavements
Taxis and bikes and more, in traffic they pause.
dusty passages heated by warm sun light.
On them, passengers stroll, no hurry they cause.
(Well, at certain times causing hurry, they might.)
Kids, youth, elders stroll, when troubled minds yell hoarse.
tropical aroma run through, day and night.
Though noisy, hard and annoying to the brink,
Life here in city isn't bad as you think.
02/01/2019
*not for the contest
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Kaveesha Ruwindi
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