by Asia Korepanova (MGBH)

I walk along a festive street
Amidst the city noise and flare,
And for the crowds that I meet
I celebrate, I do not care.
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And nothing bothers me as I
Walk by and listen to the glee.
The clown shows catch my eye,
But they don’t mean too much to me.

And through the babble, dapple and fun
And urban smells and loud hurray
I feel the breathing of the sun
That sheds itself onto my way.