I hear a sixties song walking the park’s track . In the song you heard a lovers song floating from the blue clouds, on waves of spring breeze.
In the next round the song changed to a moonlight in the day with the lover on the river bank.
In the return walk there was a bus load of wedding guests . The guests might have done an overnight journey from upcountry and just landed here for the function.
The groom and the bride were marching ahead of the guests fully decked in jasmines.
Guest stomachs must be waiting warmly for the first wedding upma. .
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