And there he sat,
On a bench in the park,
Staring off into the distance,
Silent and sorrowful...
As I slowly walked closer,
He slightly raised his head...
As I gazed into those crystal blue eyes
I found myself being drawn closer...
Pale as death himself...
His beautiful hair dancing with the winds...
Tears streaming from his eyes,
As he tried to turn away...
I reached out toward him to wipe away his tears,
I asked what was wrong,
He remained silent and rested his hand on mine and the fear vanished from his eyes...
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