Tuesday, September 9, 2025

An Outdoor Market


An Outdoor Market
by Lord R.e. Taylor

It is like another world
Hundreds, maybe thousands of people
Gathering every weekend
Trying new food or eating their faves
Searching for the treasures they always wanted
Or maybe finding things they never thought of
Many times, buskers provide entertainment
Playing songs that people love and dance to
It may appear to be another world
But honestly, an outdoor market may be the best of ours

© Poem – VII/IX/MMXXV
LRET


 

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