It was a quite … gentle day
We call it fragrant clean- aired day
Its breezes hit my face tenderly
If I breathed normally, I would fill my
lungs with fresh cool air
If I listened, my ear would be rapture and I
would fly by wide imagination with birds of houses
And if I bothered to turn my head and looked
a little to the right, I would see bloomed palm trees and various colored roses
against decorated and sculptured carefully
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