She was alone on a bench in the middle of the park when walking along I spied her
I'm not sure what drew me in…but I ended up sitting beside her.
For a while we sat in silence…me…and this old woman I'd never seen before
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I love how this poem flows seemlessly and how the tone and description draws you into the story- Beautiful! ...10...Lodigiana x
A beautiful poem. Our happiness depends on how we perceive life.