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Arched over time, a little rustic but never one to deny aching limbs a respite from life's moments. Just surveying when static, slowly the world gazes back. Words etched in time, long past mentioning's of love bound by initials for that moment was all but etching faded as time weathered past. He sat there, always talking but not a soul was near to hear his spoken verses, he would laugh like thunder echoing in the trees, then sombre. Behind this bench three cherry trees blossoming there beauty shower the surrounding with each stirring of breath the wind gave them. and he sits there smiling. It's been a while since the old man sat, but where three trees were, now a young one sits behind. A lonely woman sits flowers against it, blossom kisses her checks and she smiles.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
The Old Park Bench Where He Sat
Arched over time, a little rustic but never one to deny aching limbs a respite from life's moments. Just surveying when static, slowly the world gazes back. Words etched in time, long past mentioning's of love bound by initials for that moment was all but etching faded as time weathered past. He sat there, always talking but not a soul was near to hear his spoken verses, he would laugh like thunder echoing in the trees, then sombre. Behind this bench three cherry trees blossoming there beauty shower the surrounding with each stirring of breath the wind gave them. and he sits there smiling. It's been a while since the old man sat, but where three trees were, now a young one sits behind. A lonely woman sits flowers against it, blossom kisses her checks and she smiles.
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Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
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