With such an autumn,
Such a sky,
A Journeying Saturday,
Towed in heart,
How can one
Not be happy?
How can one
Not be gay?
With such a cool
Scenic smiling pool
Of pictures happening
In one'e eyes,
How can one
Not in happiness lie?
How can one
Not be jocund?
With such an Autumn
There in one's heart...
With such a city
In one's birth...
The city of joy,
The city of colors,
The city with trams
Moving still,
Like beautiful thing
Of ringing a song, like bells
In the air, always on swing...
( Note: the photo attached is taken by me, )
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