Where is the time,
When markets were crowded?
Where are the sights,
Of people bustling about?
I miss that scent,
Of engines and petrol.
I miss the sound,
Of tires revving around.
Bring me back,
Those moments, those memories
Of strange faces,
And new smiles
On the streets and alleyways
Of a countless multiple souls.

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So how was it??? I thought this was befitting as the first poem of this book cause the conditions in the world haven't really returned to normal. Not in my country at least.
Thank you! Hopefully you vote for this one!!!!