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
So beautiful. Yes, the secrets that might be told. If we quiet our minds I believe we just might hear. Thank you for bringing us together. I am happy I landed here 🙂 Blessitude
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Thanks a lot, Lorrie! I am happy to connect with you too. Blessed by your posts. Look forward to reading more of yours. Cheers, Viviene 😀
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