In November's shroud, as daylight fades,
A night market stirs in secret shades,
A realm where stories and dreams cascade,
In the heart of the night, where bargains are made.

Amidst the lanterns, their soft glow,
Merchants and travelers come and go,
In November's mystique, the market's aglow,
With whispers of tales and trades that bestow.

From exotic spices to treasures rare,
Silk and silver, all on display with care,
In this nocturnal realm, nothing's too rare,
In November's market,...