Sitting on a bench by the river, alone, deep in thought, wondering,
Soul stretching back, delving into the years, and then,
You.
May I join you?
Years on your face, like me, but the smile and the light of you instantly draws me in, my heart racing, but all I hear is the river and your voice and I embrace it, the beauty of another human being drawing me into their life.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
Sitting on a bench by the river, alone, deep in thought, wondering,
Soul stretching back, delving into the years, and then,
You.
May I join you?
Years on your face, like me, but the smile and the light of you instantly draws me in, my heart racing, but all I hear is the river and your voice and I embrace it, the beauty of another human being drawing me into their life.
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