As I walk through the park,
I see her on the bench.
I slowly approach her,
as I begin to hum Bob Dylan,
'Shelter From the Storm'.
I stepped to her,
and I stood their recklessly,
not knowing what to do.
"Hi", she said,
as she put her hand up.
I stood their with out motion.
She wanted to talk to me.
Still, I could not answer,
and then she began to start,
humming Bod Dylan,
'Shelter From the Storm'.
- Author: Dion P. Crown (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 8th, 2018 23:17
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
A fine write Forever.
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