THE OLD BENCH
An old bench in the snow
carrying memories of warmer days
of summer breezes
and birds and fish and flowers
Of lovers holding hands
and making secret promises
Of weary travelers resting for a moment
or wanderers looking for a new view
Many thoughts, many thoughts
on the old bench in the snow
now lay strewn about it
haphazardly like frozen ghosts
The past has passed.
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| The old bench in the snow. |
