Playful wind tickles the limbs of Magnolias--
The zephyr pricks my skin
A wisp of air echoed a merry tune in my ear
Slight zig-zags and spirals cascaded around me
Tantalizing my tongue with the taste of honeysuckle
This breeze played more tricks than David Blaine at the Apollo--
Children dotted the landscape--
Sun shone on the little girl's face
Making her glow like a filament
She was the odd one out
She hovered with the breeze
She would jump over the moon and jog to Pluto--
A four leaf clover touches her nose--
As the wind scurries along the bushes
Making everything in its path weightless
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