Misty Streets

In the old city where the shadows play, Mist drifts softly at the break of day. Through narrow streets, it weaves and twirls, Like whispers of ghosts from forgotten worlds.

Cobbled lanes beneath the veil, Echo secrets of the ancient tale. Where time stands still, and memories dwell, In the misty embrace of the old city's spell.

Footsteps echo, faint and slow, In the silence where dreams often grow. Each winding alley, a story untold, In the misty streets where history unfolds.

Lanterns flicker, casting their glow, On worn facades with stories to show. In the quiet hush of the mist-kissed air, The old city whispers, its secrets rare.

So wander softly, let your spirit roam, Through misty streets, make the old city your home. For in its embrace, you'll find solace sweet, In the enchanting dance of misty streets.