The Walking Poem

Yesterday evening, I was walking in a beautiful park adjacent to my house. The short poem below is a description of my observation of the surrounding aura.

The chirping of birds,

The tranquility of the place,

The cuddling of couples,

The playing of children,

The conversation of people,

The cool blowing breeze,

The endless chain of trees,

The gathering of long lost friends,

The loneliness of a man,

The slow passage of time,

The evening walk of the dog with his master,

The spectacular sunset.


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