across the street
the breeze goes by
blossoms drop like snow
the lights turn green
children dash to and fro
across the street
I sit on a bench
a voyeur waiting
for a moment
seduced by beauty
Spring
the breeze goes by
blossoms drop like snow
the lights turn green
children dash to and fro
across the street
I sit on a bench
a voyeur waiting
for a moment
seduced by beauty
Spring
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