The stories of past summer
The fallen leaves scratching
My soles with a rasping tongue
Telling the stories of past summer
Of birds sat and flew away,of wind blowing
Forcing to make the hula dance
Of couples standing under brunches
Secretly kissing ,touching,locking hands
Of the proposals and the nervous answers
I listen as i walk the streets
The spooky decorations occasionally
Startle me been overboard asinine
That is Brooklyn's way to show off true colors
Cat,type of,size of from "Alice in the wonderland"
Sneering from the window's sill
Sarcastically purring "See,life is a blessing,
Look at me ,I am enjoying every minute"
by Margaret Gudkov
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