As I sat on the bench
In the middle of March
Staring at the bare trees
The air only disturbed
By the gurgling
Of an old lawn mower
The old house
To my left
Three visitors
To my right
Few dare to wonder
The maze of paths
But those who do
Walk them as though
They were the road
To enlightenment
As the distant
Whines ceased
A dry wind
Gracefully danced through
The wooden monuments
And I felt the ice
Touch upon
My face
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Poems
PoetryPoems that I've written when I was bored or had nothing else to do and maybe some other stuff too [CW/TW - if you think any should be added please message or comment and i will add them]
