A Piece Of History

I walk, walk through streets with cobbled paths

I see Grand and Quaint beauty within buildings

All a statement of Age, a creation, Two hands built

No modern machinery, simplicity and sweat

Shops dotted upon narrow streets, hidden within alleyways 

Some so unique, could be forgotten, but beauty enticing

Crockery dated, an experience of an era forgotten, found within History

Cakes baked, old fashioned, ingredients never know, a taste delightful

Tea stewed, strong, sugar cubes a compliment, add a dash of milk

How quaint, the Grand piano playing, the corner, lit dimly 

Pieces of History scribbled upon canvas, pencils sharpened for effect

I walk streets, know before, walked before, I’m a piece of History

Love, light and healing energies too you all 

Tm

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