Red rooftops dotting the hill,
Silence the good kind,
A sweet hum of old dew on new grass,
I walk cobblestoned roads weaving,
The aroma of something delicious floating past,
Melting delectable in my mouth,
The silvery tunes of music in my ears,
Seeing the beautiful city in front of me,
Get on my knees,
Full of proud I carry my sack,
I look in the air,
And I know now I am back,
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