Dappled
sunshine, scent of grass
Tablecloth
laid with food so fine
Lay
to rest, problems pass
Talk
of nothing, just sipping wine
Gentle
breeze push napkin along
Fruits
and sweets for our fill
The
distant city engulfed in throng
Till
the sun, clouds obscure, naked arms would chill
Hands
now cupped round steaming tea
Sparrows
chase the windy crumbs
Wine
no more for you and me
I
gaze at you, with heart of drums
To
sit so calm, nice time for we
To
forget the day, smell scents for miles
Roll
up the cloth and drain the tea
Return
stark city, full of smiles ©
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