Walking down the hall way ,
Fragrance of jasmine scent seemed like sprinkled all over the
Marble stoned, pathway,
Before the midnight,
During cold winters ,
Walking down gallery
The curious eyes see art ,
The sound of soft , violin played by grey haired old man ,
Inside the contrast colored , crystalline window .
Still endured inside the mind .
Another man painted , movements of brush strokes were a sight of satisfaction
That aesethic street ,
With ancient architecture, just like the, Victorian era
Had some kind of Aura,
Which was eternal ,
The heart , craves every second to experience that wonder moment of
Surprised yet not whimsical , but a peaceful dream ,
Every second
Every hour,
Every end of the day
