Strangers Eyes Poem by barbora barb

Strangers Eyes



I was walking through a park when i noticed a strangers eyes.
I can closer and saw his old face.
I saw an oak tree next to him.
It was old.
So i can closer and then sat on the bench he was sitting on.
First at the edge then close enough so i could talk to him.
We talked about things that he loved.
This is how life should be.

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