A Leaf from My Diary, Dated: 23 JAN 2010
I woke up to the just risen sun
A beautiful day and the broken bench
I sat there to the familiar half broken squeaky sound
Nothing has changed except the willow tree
It gathered more dust and wisdom
The swallow still has a busy morning
And the sky still intrigued playing with the shades of gold
I have all the time on earth
Had dreamt of the bench last night, I had to come back
The creepy sound reminded me of the nightmare
That has died dishonorably to my dreams now.
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