A bench in the park
an invitation
to remember the past
to feel the present
to dream the future
Bench, lonely
abandon to the luck
of who will decide to stop
and share with you
a precious moment
You are the pause
that we avoid
rushing lives
full of voids
Witness of the days go by
sunrise and sunset
and the night with the starts
I desire you on my walks
but I do not stop
afraid of what I can find
If I stop my life and look inside
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