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zaxby Junior Member
since 2009-03-05
Posts 48California |
This park bench has many stories. Like the time I held your hand for the first time. next, a kiss soft and tender, we knew at once time was ours to share. This bench is worn with stories of many lives, Like the time I sat with our children, feeding a squirrel, friendly and fat. Summer heat muting sounds at the playground, ice cream truck jingling in the distance. Our laughter and fun a precious jewel, To be hoarded like the squirrel with his nuts. Or the time we were mildly drunk, after that Halloween party dressed as ghosts, necking like horny teenagers at our favorite spot. Autumn leaves blowing about on that cold moonlit night, warmed by our lasting love on the bench. Or the time we sat on the worn wood after a winter walk, hand and hand, our hair as white as the clouds above. Now I sit here, tears burnish the memories, Fading, like the paint on this old bench. I wonder how many have sat like this before me. as the bench waits for new stories to be made. |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
It's like a life-time flashed before my eyes... enjoyed this. |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
This is so very touching. *S* Though it sits too far across the miles for me to visit, a bench lies gently in my memories, too. *S* Beautiful work! |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
smile... loved the perspective switcheroo.  Enjoyed. |
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