Joyful Seasons

Oversized biscuits,

The frosty tire lays still,

The crunch of dry grass,


Smell of barbecue swarms air,

Ice melts lifelessly,

Bubbles fill the air,


Leaves get swept with breeze,

Leaves ambush the muggy ground,

Leaves decay slowly


Flowers bloom as the,

water droplets swiftly breeze,

Flower heads emerge,


Hoisin sauce tingles,

my taste buds with ornate duck,

Pulled pork slowly cooks.

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