Joyous Clique
Sandals slapping the pavement
in a staccato chorus of carefree
presence, they make their way
up the street, voices pitched
high on the ecstasy of a sunny
summer day, free to do as they
wish and what better way than
together, a small platoon of
smiley-face teens, hair lustrous
and loose in the calming breeze,
chatting, chattering, giggling and
so very much entertained and
enthralled with the vibrancy and
unknown potentials in life.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
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Poetry
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