Scribble lost

Between now and then is a mere scribble lost on the faces in pony-tails, in tiny brick-red flowers wedged in hair.

The hair that jostled with a white smoothness on evanescent blouses on girl backs.

The backs that smiled directly to celebrating trees shedding many a tear of joy in yellow leaves, on their own circles of shadows.

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