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Streets of Sydney


A pinch of poetry with a serving of pictures for you! :)
 
 
 
Tripping along the streets alone,
Tiptoeing across Rue de Cremorne*,
I passed a church, a breezy boulevard and a bumpy lane
Walking through the leafy carpets in jubilation.
 
The streets of Sydney!
Of people, suburbs, stations, unknown music and flowers…
Of mountain-peaks, waterfalls, oriflammes and briars.
The streets of Sydney!


 
 *Cremorne is a suburb in Sydney

  






 
 
 


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  1. Beautiful poetry. And, thanks for sharing the excellent non-touristy photos. And, many thanks for not showing the Sydney Harbor and Sydney Opera House. Seen them a thousand times. Refreshing to see non-touristy photos.

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