A Park Bench
The world spinning round
A park bench
The wind...
The only sound
Trees,
Red and gold
Tumbling leaves
How a world can stop
Turn by turn...
Park bench
Life burning by
Sit through the day
Passing play...
Park bench
Sometimes...
It's the only way
Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007
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