I
go skipping over sun kissed kerbs,
Window-box
flowers & scented herbs,
Everyone
smiling with faces to the sun,
Saying
a “hello” & greeting every one,
Into
the park where old fountains splatter,
Listening
to birds as they tweet & chatter,
Blooms,
blooming in bright rainbow hues,
Soft
white clouds, scudding in sky of blues,
I
wander, I amble & with a smile I wend,
Now
winter is over, I don´t have to pretend.
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