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The Empty Bench

Memories have elapsed over time
My favourite Bench in the Park
Together with my shattered dreams
The Bench sits alone
For my Love is no longer
We would spend time saying sweet nothings to each other
No cold would bite
Watched the seasons change
Wintery afternoons and Snow covered surroundings
Unaccommodating atmosphere
Now a lonely site 'The Bench'
Looking Forlorn in the midst of nowhere
image not my own
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