the park

2005-10-29 @ 2:46 p.m.

sitting high on the rock
solitude is cold
peace is created by the sound of childrens laughter
you are not alone
sadness sounds from the saxophone
thoughts floating like the leaves from the seasoned trees to the ground
wind whistles whispers in your ear
don't run
stay.



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