Carnival Flâneur

Sol

Sand

Ferrugem Sea,

I find myself again

The observant flâneur I be.

Eyes pry

On a buxom crowd;

Thoughts spiral away

To reside in the clouds.

Shifting, infusing,

Taking shape alluringly

Amid tutti frutti

Carnival liberty.

Papaya flying high

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