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Musings On A Park Bench
All the lonely people,
buffeted on aimless winds,
like discarded love letters.
They wander the hollow
ache of empty parks,
strangers with autumn eyes.
The hum of smart phones,
vibrate only for themselves,
while I kill time,
between the high
street's faceless crowds,
and a silent house.
February 2014
Last edited by fishman65; 16-01-22 at 18:29. Reason: spacing__________________
'It was a wedding ring, destined to be found in a cheap hotel, lost in a kitchen sink, or thrown in a wishing well' - Marillion, Clutching at Straws, 1987
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