Long walks with lampposts Upslope and downhill. Friendly faces with umbrella heads along the way with Colorful scented candle shops. Open courtyard with eateries and trinkets, Wooden Cafes and scrumptious tibetan food, Rustic music playing along the lakeside. Slicing Fresh creamy and fluffy cakes And pouring warm simmering tea. Tranquil and deep waters ...
As she approached the wilderness cool wind brushing through her hair the fierce brown cat lay in the depth the creaky machaan soothed her scared senses she rushed into the woody hotel each step ahead resounded to the fearsome approach up in a corner she glanced to the little book store she ascended towards it with woody smoke in her head Books of man-eaters and brave men were stacked neatly a chill running through her veins is this what they fear? why do we come to see a cruel beast? at dawn we went trekking up the hill to the caves on the other side a tiger stays in there says the village man had a hearty sausage and omelette with fresh scars on my leg the safari rode into the thicket it is his land where we are mere guests the monkeys chatter, the peacock dances The King is nearby as we retreat losing hope we see the majestic beast upon the hill It is his home anyone who destroys it is an enemy He is the King of the Jungle
Moons and stars Domes and palaces . Streets gleaming with colors Under the shade of Umberellas . Kittens around every corner Looking to snuggle and kibble Bazaars glittering with lamps Ceramics chanting the work of artisans Sunset with orange and pink hues over the Bosphorus A delightful panorama from the galata tower Kebabs with chai And ancient stories to tell . The city has a lot to offer On a ride on the magical carpet.
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