i can taste salt of my sweat
walking under the sunshine
some are wearing sunglasses
others stayed indoors for drinks
looking towards the window
watching brave soul playing
sipping their favorites; panacea
telling stories; sharing laughter
letting the traffic trickle to a flow
this would be an hour or so
for me i'm relaxing before i go
so i will be rested to start a new
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