Reflection
Situated on a lonely park bench
bright light warming his face
a wooden cane still in his clench
relaxing as he contemplates
his life so richly entrenched.
bright light warming his face
a wooden cane still in his clench
relaxing as he contemplates
his life so richly entrenched.
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