With those dazzled smiles on,
they swing with grace.

Being drapped in colourful folds,
they flip their locks with pride.

The forgotten oak tree eavesdrops on,
their silly chatters with ease.

While the old wind in hurry,
takes a moment to admire.

As the young hearts nearby,
whisper derns with joy.

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08/05/2017

Had written this poem last week, for the pic added above.