The rusty padlock cries at the gate.
'Oh! It's almost closed.'
'Fortunate lovers sat a long time here and they were gone somewhere hand-in-hand.'
Lopsided rickety bench grumbles.
The motionless swing whispers' The children were already grown ups in full swing.'
The withered fallen leaves were helpless in the violent storm and it reminds me the sojourn in the mysterious life.
* Dedication to......my poet friends Sandra, Alison, Jerry, Amanda, Angie, Delilah, Dave, Denis, Duncan, Emma, George, Linda, Max, Nick, Patricia, Raynette, Roy and rest of all in the site.
The ingredients of your poem provide an unlikely mix - and yet they blend together perfectly to make a sumptuous dish. Thanks for the dedication from Jerry and me. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
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Love and remembrance. your talented brush paints a forlorn picture of something that once was, but can never quite be again. Thank you for the dedication. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra