Confettis rain on sun-drenched hair
fur shoes tap to gay vocals
strewn candies snatched up by little hands
Miniature bottles of spirits lift the spirit
red sausages warm cold tummy
it's frolicking time
In numbed feet and hands
was mirth, trailing home
in tiny bits of colours
Among houses
a small bird landed
a man and woman now sleep in kingdom of colours
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