Between two hills
The old town stands.
The houses loom
And the roofs and trees
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I read just the opposite. A place were everything has come to a standstill. A place without creativity. Where life is not, only dreams.
There is beauty in this town and its people. The poem celebrates peace and simplicity, and hints of comfort in a small town at evening.
An idealist picture of a town between hills. People sleep easily there, 'And the touch of dreams/ Is over all'.