The Sizzle of Noodle Streets

In the alley, a dance of fire,
woks and sparks, a wild choir—
noodle strands in twilight’s grip,
sizzling secrets, oil’s drip.

Flavor dreams on chopstick tips,
each bite a journey, a thousand trips.
Streetlight shadows, steam’s embrace,
fried noodles, life’s savory grace.

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