Blonde Parade

let’s imagine summer girls in golden clothes

o how many of them dressed up like soft fires!

Black streets will melt under a trace of warm steps

While passersby offer sun-buttons and light-drenched smiles

Today, in lovely flames, many females now flooded

Celebrating in slow strides, the yellow-dances

Wandering aimlessly with wild winds in their hair,

A choir of sunbeams off their tongues flash the air

While, singing they begin a most tranquil street-fair

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