empty bench covered in leaves
wind shaking tired trees
dry wood and rusted metal
scent of fall’s fresh breath
cool air kissing me
alone and lonely
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empty bench covered in leaves
wind shaking tired trees
dry wood and rusted metal
scent of fall’s fresh breath
cool air kissing me
alone and lonely
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By the great Vonita.
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Fantastic. Just incredible.
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Thank you, I started a poetry course and this was my first poem from that 😊
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That makes it even better
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