Under a willow,
I stood low watching the seasons change,
Watching winter wondering how summer could ever let go- memories of them smiling together she had in her cavern, framed.
I sat on that bench, watching strangers walk by
A little girl sat next to me, smiled, gave me a flower, and i could see a little version of me in her delicate brown eyes.
ps: imagine yourself sitting on a bench, and watch the seasons change as you let the reality sink in.
﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒. 🎶🎶🎶 .﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒﹒﹏﹒
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