coffee and receipts in hand.
i'm sitting on a bench in the park.
staring.
there i saw people walking,
holding hands smiling.
kids laughing under a bright sky.
they greeted sunny day so well.
i wonder how would it be for the rain.
clock is ticking,
time was never kind.
same routine,
forcing myself to breathe.
i'm sipping coffee as i sit on a bench.
wishing to walk in the park.
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Other Than Forward
PoetryTo remember, To love and To always love. If people are able to choose their own path and have their own way of life, can't i just run another way other than forward?
