Early spring in the evening air,
Colourful kites fills the evening twilight,
Flock of birds are homing above,
Changing colours of clouds and waves,
Children lyricism fills the breeze,
Flying balloons of the wallah's stand,
Casual touch of cooling waves,
As she and I are strolling,
Hand in hand,
On the sands of Marina beach.
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