Nothing
Just a touch of breeze
On the cheeks
Yellow roses
Scatter across the pavement
Under the shade of oleanders
Magic
Like water floating
Spins in a vortex
Revealing azure chandeliers
Who doesn’t have regret
You said
Who doesn’t have a past
I replied
Something
A bit greenish on the tip
Of fig trees
Indicates that summer is coming
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