On the carnations that are yellow, red and white
like sparkling diamonds hang drops of dew
and the garden draws attention as if it's new
while the flowers in it are for people a tranquil sight,
for the neighbour's cat, birds scream in their flight
and the day is hot open and sunny and bright.
On the carnations that are yellow, red and white,
like sparkling diamonds hang drops of dew,
mynahs scream like terrible things from the night
while from a safe distance, other birds do them view.
Children laugh and walk past with their bags hanging skew
and to live in this time and place is a sweet delight
and on the carnations that are yellow, red and white,
like sparkling diamonds hang drops of dew.
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