The Park: Memories
I still
remember a
park I usually went to,
with a scent that made me
imagine of fairies, unicorns, and
leprechauns.
Speaking of leprechauns,
I once saw a man who
quite looked like
one,
except the fact he was tall
and didn't carry a magic wand.
His eyes
looked as though they had seen
time's end of the chapter.
He seemed calm,
even when rain drummed
on his black, Victorian hat......
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