A cold free Saturday, Breathing the colourful day, I smell the scent of a bright day, The fresh and brightly coloured sky, Ugly clouds withdraw from the sky, Slow and smooth, fresh breeze wraps the city, The whispering breeze comes so lovely, The slow breeze blowing charmingly, Blinds on tall buildings kept rolling, And the plastic bags kept rolling, How I love to watch them rolling. The breeze blows sharp in my ears, And my little heart cried out, As the wind sways the weak branches, Left and right to every direction, Scaring the perched birds, That bury their limbs in their feathers, They kept lifting up their necks, And opened their bright eyes, Towards the direction of the breeze, Trembling in fear of being propelled away. Shall I compare it to a summer day?
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 08:55:53 +0000
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