In Gedangan's heart, an intersection thrives,
A lifeblood of the town, where roads converge.
Shops and food stalls, morning’s first light arrives,
With scents of coffee, bread, and hopes to resurge.
As sun ascends, the traffic swells its song,
A busy hub where countless paths entwine.
Landmarks and schools, where bustling throngs belong,
Life pulses here, in rhythm and design.
Evening descends, the hustle doesn't cease,
Street vendors, golden hues, and shadows blend.
Honking horns, the race for home’s release,
Yet warmth prevails, as day meets gentle end.
Night casts its glow, and life retains its spark,
Streetlights and stars, a symphony anew.
Gedangan's tales unfold from dawn to dark,
A vibrant mosaic in each passing view.
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