Strolling through the flee market,
On a pleasant summer evening,
With light drizzle and colorful baskets,
Of trinkets, charms, jewelry, beaming.
View of people, murmur, chatters,
I stumbled upon magical potions,
Of tourmaline, crystals, rose quartz,
Like applying a dry skin lotion,
Withered feelings enlivened like a bard.
There came a gush of warmth,
Amidst the mish mash of everyday life,
Feeling good for no reason in the swarm,
Like everything happened swiftly without a strife.
Piles of bills, heaps of worries,
Smile on my face,
No reason to feel sad or sorry,
Did the magic embrace?
A decor in rose quartz,
Thoughts idyllic arose,
Dancing in sweet emotions wearing leotards,
Glee and happiness, my heart chose.
