The Old Town Charm
Magic lives in the old town ground.
By Gideon KiprutoPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Henry Julius on Unsplash
Cobblestone streets worn by time,
Echoing steps, a gentle rhyme.
Whispers of stories in walls so gray,
Memories linger from another day.
Windows cracked, doors creak with age,
The town unfolds like a fragile page.
In every corner, a tale is found,
Magic lives in the old town ground.
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old memories
My town in turkey, memories
This is what neighborhoods should be like today. People knowing people and communicating with each other not on phones.