Two Dickensian urchins
Out on the streets
All smile and curiosity
In a land without Dickens
Out on the streets
All smile and curiosity
In a land without Dickens
In many ways
We give more reverence
To the dead
Than the living
And so I forfeit
The beauty
And insight
I will never know
Sights, sounds, smells
Unlike anywhere else
In a country
Unlike anywhere else
I am in Kashgar’s thrall. Its people, its buildings, its colours, its smells. Its efficient simplicity, driven by foot and hoof on these back alleys and lanes. The smiles; the furrowed brows; the twinkling eyes, the hard glares: of shopkeepers and shoppers.
All the better
In bunches