Finding some space.(Dedicated to Grace)I really hate this moment that I’m here, alone again!You know I’m waiting but they were just crossing the laneI don’t know how to count but I stayed here for so longNumerous encounters I can’t bear to prolongLook at me now, my paint was fadingThe color I’m wearing is now tearingSome dudes making the pastime to rip me offWhile chitchatting they recklessly peeling with their forkI’m your lonely bench, at your service
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Well done, Risty! You have goodobservation on the bench. It seems like you know how to read someone's mind. I'm really happy to read the poem matched this scene perfectly. As Eva said, thumbs up again for you. :)
If someone is good at writing poem, the atmosphere of the photo would be a good resource to inspire with. Anyone wants to try? Thanks for sharing, Risty!
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Once again, thank you, Grace. You inspired me and of course a lot of members here. :)
Well done, Risty! You have good observation on the bench. It seems like you know how to read someone's mind. I'm really happy to read the poem matched this scene perfectly. As Eva said, thumbs up again for you. :)
Thank you Vangie! :)
Grace, you are so creative! I would love to try. :)
If someone is good at writing poem, the atmosphere of the photo would be a good resource to inspire with. Anyone wants to try? Thanks for sharing, Risty!