Thursday, November 23, 2006

0403.

It back to where
I can sit and listen
To water splash
Just outside my door

For hours at a time
Little kids voices bring
Back memories
Nostalgia

As soft as the night sky
Blackened with diamonds
Sail onto the blue waters
it's just me and I

My thoughts which wander
On that lonely park bench
Fresh smell of rain
Like fallen leaves

These are the days.

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