The Market

Poetry by Stuart

As the Sun beats down

aroma permeates the senses

Bustling noise of chatter

surrounds the ears

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The market is alive

A microcosm of society

a busy hive of activity

A wonder of treasures

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Each little market stall

a kaleidoscope of colours

a feast for the eyes

others a celebration of taste

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The gentle breeze

wafts enticing fragrances

whispering indulgences

to satisfy the soul

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