There was the whistleman. Whistling like a bird.
There was the balloonman. Crowded by littluns.
There was a sausage van. A refreshment stand.
There were many languages spoken.
Many races past by.
Many different styles. Fashions too.
There were families. Couples. And loners.
Laughters, arguments filled the air.
Thrilled child pulling his father.
There were leafless trees. Dead but alive.
Many hugs. Many kisses,
yet also frowns.
It was very cold. Yet it was warm.
There was an old couple.
The man patiently help his wife to walk,
and she's using a stick.
There was a gothic couple.
Music was in the air,
when the red indians rhyme their flutes.
Humans and pigeons and everylife else.
A mom was feeding her baby.
There was the sun,
And there was me,
sitting alone with a can of coke.
Watching, or reading.
There were no books nor any phrases.
It was very cold. Yet very warm.
*I broke my guitar. =(