She sits on a bench in the park
Alone,sad with a rose in her hand
Waiting for the one
Who’ll never come.
Here is the second part of it – https://thecrookedmind.wordpress.com/2015/01/06/a-bench-in-the-park-2/
by Jafar Rehman
She sits on a bench in the park
Alone,sad with a rose in her hand
Waiting for the one
Who’ll never come.
Here is the second part of it – https://thecrookedmind.wordpress.com/2015/01/06/a-bench-in-the-park-2/
I’m amazed by your imagination
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So am I 🙂
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I’m really astonished by this post. Just two months ago, I wrote a song about something similar http://vivianalatella.wordpress.com/2014/11/11/gentle-man/…
Maybe we have the same perception of surroundings. That’s incredible!
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This one came to my mind last night when I was planning to go to bed and read.I read yours and it seemed like an extended version of what I wrote,beautiful it was.
And it’s incredible indeed.I like imagining things before I write.
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Reblogged this on Walkingtomydreams13.
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And you are an amazing whimsical writer.!
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That’s an amazing compliment,thank you very much.
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