He sits on the park bench.
Nothing can be seen.
Only black and blue,
Across the moon.
Waiting for the sun to rise
Waiting..
For him to arrive.
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A Collection Of Poems By Joshua McGraw
PoetryAll of the poems are written by me. Idk why I'm putting my poems in here but I guess I'll give it a shot.
The park bench.
He sits on the park bench.
Nothing can be seen.
Only black and blue,
Across the moon.
Waiting for the sun to rise
Waiting..
For him to arrive.
