Spending this gloriously beautiful day on a park bench
With little more than thoughts for company
I bask quietly in the soothing warmth of the sun
As the shadows of looming trees crawl ever so slowly across green grass
A gentle breeze rolls through my private meadow lightly caressing my cheeks
It reminds me that my lips were chapped by fiercer winds no more than two days prior
Closing my eyes I can hear an entire symphony filled with the laughter of a child, tweets and chirps of young sparrows and the ever distant sounds of the city
Times slows down as thoughts circle, revolving around this, my lonely reverie
From my park bench I escape from this, from that and everything in between
The world from this perspective never seemed so serene
Like staring into the eyes of your lover no one else knows the delight of my park bench
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