on a bench of somewhere
in the forgotten past
the wind whispered lightly
and a brown, crisp dead leaf
danced and scraped its hunched corpse
across an expanse of cold gray cement
and the trees brushed against each other
like familiar lifelong friends
who are glad to be familiar lifelong friends
and the day was getting ready to give way to night
as the sun ducked below the clouds
my world was well again, because
i saw her beauty illuminated
in a heavenly golden hue
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I find myself missing a place I've never been to. Good work.
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