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There lies the abandoned park bench We sat there a year ago Now stained with infinite dust, rain Pouring torrents of strange anger and Pulsing sorrow- a heaving chest Rising and falling , tide like crest Certain gravity to the fall, to the fallen (pun unintended) Unceasing in releasing; Dusk, dawn Fall , rise Black, white Just universal polarity like The one between you and me. A hand to hold, a smile to crave, A heart to feel, a love to cherish; All now lies washed down Dust in the rain Solitary drops now remain.
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
Drops and dust
There lies the abandoned park bench We sat there a year ago Now stained with infinite dust, rain Pouring torrents of strange anger and Pulsing sorrow- a heaving chest Rising and falling , tide like crest Certain gravity to the fall, to the fallen (pun unintended) Unceasing in releasing; Dusk, dawn Fall , rise Black, white Just universal polarity like The one between you and me. A hand to hold, a smile to crave, A heart to feel, a love to cherish; All now lies washed down Dust in the rain Solitary drops now remain.
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
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