Listening to the pace in the old city
I can almost dance to the rhythm of the night.
Getting lost between the cracks
Finding peace where the spirits go free
I raise my head to the sky
Inviting the cold night air to shiver my soul
It is now that I feel the power of time
Shaping my tradition into stones
Can you hear me old architect?
Can you see me looking up at you?
Keep your brilliant work designing the veins
Our blood runs through for the longest time
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Second part to Between The Walls
Between the walls of the old city, Jerusalem.
The shot was taken with a tripod and the sigma 10-20mm