I sat alone on the bench in the park
Beside the river that flowed swift and hard
But on april twenty-first it's speed slowed down,
It's humble lay spread throughout the town.
In the serene mesmerising evening,
I saw him right there approaching.
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APRIL TWENTY- FIRST
PoesíaTime travel to the past to those ancient times. Those eternal love stories that are now almost in the verge of fading away. But some of them remain forever!
