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
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
Poems and Petals 
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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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