Sitting on the bench
Where to go
What to do
Split thoughts
On the grass
Birds pick up their minds
Children play
Happy
Time runs
Some left out
I have to go
Time with me
Someone like me
Undecided
Gazing at the space
That is I find
I left the park
Along the road
With but without
My direction
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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