Those alleyways were shielded with homes but one handshake door to door.
The alleyway lights shone by night as if in serenade to heaven's bright eyes.
The alleyway of softly reflecting sunbeams is forever in the golden hour, be it dawn, noon or evening light.
A community of houses was born to those hills in centuries passed, into them was woven the alleyways, the passages through which their emotions flowed, in which bonds of love were welded.
A hug of houses stand as if sentries to the alleyway.
In the alleyway I can stretch my arms and touch the homes on both sides, these walls build so very long ago. They are not the straight perfection of the modern buildings in the newer areas, but each curve and flaw renders them more beautiful still.
In our alleyway, the laughter of children was as sacred echo to the sun.