The rusty padlock cries at the gate.
'Oh! It's almost closed.'
'Fortunate lovers sat a long time here and they were gone somewhere hand-in-hand.'
Lopsided rickety bench grumbles.
The motionless swing whispers' The children were already grown ups in full swing.'
The withered fallen leaves were helpless in the violent storm and it reminds me the sojourn in the mysterious life.
* Dedication to......my poet friends Sandra, Alison, Jerry, Amanda, Angie, Delilah, Dave, Denis, Duncan, Emma, George, Linda, Max, Nick, Patricia, Raynette, Roy and rest of all in the site.
nimal dunuhinga
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