Sat on the old wooden bench
It smelled of golden memories
Took a deep breath of life, with
Hope of getting the best of life.
Leaning my head watching
Cotton clouds pass by ,children
Playing on slides and swings.
As I take a stroll
I can hear the soft breeze
Whisper to the leafs ,suddenly
A delicate butterfly gracefully danced
Around me saying goodbye to me.
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