A Broken Vintage Tale

Far away from the world's delusions,

I found this empty bench;

Unattended, it lay there,

temping none, but a chirpy bird

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She did ponder, then she sang oh so well

that the falling leaves could dance along!

Such an aura, the place was lit

I wish if this could go incessant

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Here it came, those iridescent flashbacks,

that brought me back a memory stream;

"I know this bench, I know this place,

this is where we held our hands!"

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The dimensions of time were so unkind,

it brought me back to the exact place;

The subtle radiance, it hit my eyes,

Where is she, with her sparkling eyes?

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The friendly breeze then got eerie,

hit my back, woke me up!

Puffed I felt, shattered thoughts,

the more I stayed, the more it hurt!

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Once again, I left our bench,

"Ruthless fate, never here again!"

Back alone, to the world's delusions,

that at least did not break my soul!

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