Crunch of gravel, conveying a mixed beat Of some brisk and some merely wandering feet, Rushing fountain in the distance Gliding cool water slips silently beneath.
I lounge comfortably under this tree, Gaze wandβring from blocky buildings to sky, Wearing playful cologne and expensive shoes, Completely invisible to the passerby.
A muted flush of cherry-blossom clouds, Reminds me of a time not so long ago, Of wishing you were here to walk with me in this loversβ park Yet once again finding myself here alone.