The old Town (a circle #poem)

Walking around the old town

he felt the memories

of the town and its people

and of his own lost love.

Here was the bridge

where they stopped

for a romantic photoshoot

And there was the shop

of an old friend,

now home to a place for tourists.

Along the way he spoke to people

he thought he knew

and on his way home

he simply smiled, thinking of this day,

walking around the old town.

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