Listening to the laughs of many;
In a breeze that carries with it cut grass,
Children on leads,
Dogs on the run,
A group of shoulder-shakers having fun.
And picnic mats,
Kites in blue;
A technicolour ball,
And a language you wish you knew.
You’re looking in,
To a world that’s hidden,
And that’s fine with you.
Thanks for reading 🙂
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