the trees
in the park
invited me
to walk
under their
corridors
winds
whispered secrets
fresh as
freshly pulled carrots
for my
feeble frame
pigeons and
finches darted
up and down
until i crafted
my poem
beneath the trees
along the
trail i heard songbirds pipe
i may with
joy quickly elope
despite
sorrow walking beside me
lilacs
showered fragrance
lifting me
into a tranquil trance
as i walked
the park’s peace trail
henry victor
01.04.2007
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