Date: 29th May 1997.
Light, soft white cotton,
Sleeping soundly among the dewy grass
Lazy to wake up to the call of the morning sun.
My feet sore,
My fault or the black-gray strapped-shoes
Mine, I guess.
My shoulder ached,
To my surprise, when
Only the cotton stuffed inside the bag
In the air of May.
The girl walking besides me,
Green jeans contrast to my blue jeans.
She has lots of energy
While I puff behind.
Still, the journey continues,
As we enforce forth, leaving the school,
For the coming to sight Civic Centre.
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