xi men ding street

The pink poles
Straight line on the silent street
The sun rays frustrating shadows
Clawing nearer to get a better peep

Yet the doors stay closed
The sun has risen casting daylight dreams
The shops still waiting for the owners
The light seems dark in their eyes

The locals know the time
The shops will open when it is right
The fortune tellers guidelines
It has to obey else poor business befallen

It is only the tourists
So eager to spend
Finding souvenirs browsing delights
Now waited the first on the line