This Empty Garden Seat

The shadow sits with no one

But the soul of

This empty garden seat

To capture a pause the world can not give

To drop a tear the world can not see

To whisper the stories of his lonesome heart

To no one but this quiet garden seat

The greens and the blues closely overhear

The shadow stands up

Leaving a countless memories

The world may not remember

But this  garden seat forgets never

The shadow leaves the fragrance of his memories

Wafting through the nonchalant  air

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Author: Viviene Retumban

Viviene writes to immortalize her thoughts. In her twenties, she realized that solitude and quietness are two simple beautiful things. She hears more from herself when she stops talking and begins writing. She turns into an old grateful soul when she sips a cup of coffee or tea, sniffs (and reads) lovely books, watches the sunset, listens to the guitar, stays close to nature and writes her dreams in the night sky. Her heart for dreams and gratefulness is like a cup that runs over. There is an exquisite sparkle in her beauty when when she 'dances upon the water' with Jesus, her Savior. And then, she laughs without the fear of the future. Come, sit with her!

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