Even though the sky is grey
and the trees are brown and naked,
the seagulls fly
and sing their song
and people move their lunchbreaks outside.
The wind may be cold
and the sun hides its face,
but people wear sandals
and leave their jackets at home
and I drink my coffee
in the street
with blue flowers
behind my ear.
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