Places, places and palaces.

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Places, places and places.
Every belonging to a different race.
Every  with a different look!
Every carrying a different story.
Standing with grace and,
Asking us to explore it's beauty,
To make memories,
To forget all the problems
And sink into their stories .
They stand there proudly 
reminding us not that
everything fades away. 
There are some thoughts 
which are impossible 
to tear apart from everyone.💕

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9 March 2020 at 07:49
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