Friday, May 31, 2024

Usual Bench

 Usual Bench: Poem


You may call me a silly old fool

Teasing with mirthful glee

But you cannot hide the twinkle in your eye's pool

The one you send only for me,


We have seen so many suns' raises at the coffee time

We know each other's tune

We will flirt and laugh at our usual bench at the pine

As we sit to wait for the Moon.


Tomshinsky@2024

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