Within the black heart of this cruel old city,
are thousands of streets, dark and unnamed
Neither any claim to fame nor any beauty;
there are no secrets nor history claimed
But I love these dark unnamed streets,
for they vibrate with a silent mystery
Millions of stories behind each door,
each window a witness to history
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Millions of stories behind each door!!
Beautiful… Mysteries always entice us!!
Thank you. And yes I agree