By the sunlight, the park is filled with warmth,
At early spring afternoon,
After a long time, the windows're open,
The owners stand and croon.
Many people stroll slowly along
The forest path, laughing,
Making sound with light footsteps, a small
Dog runs, following and chasing.
(Feb.2022, Kinsley Lee)
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