![]() Just a hint in the air, a swift breeze Branches pregnant with mimosas Clouds coming and going The sky always changing, never the same Young girls in flimsy dresses Chilled to the marrow Trotting by the side of the road Laughing boldly Speaking with large gestures Young men braving the crisp in the air In shorts and sleeveless shirts Pushing one another around Talking loud ignoring the crowd A squirrel hopping around Like a lunatic energized by the breeze Looking for the best branch to nest on Sunrays filter through the dust in the distance And two sparrows are playing in the sand by the park
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