This one I wrote when I notice a setting for a good picture of a bench through an arch of trees, it’s hard to distribute the picture but it would become clear if you could see it.


The solitary bench

The solitary bench has countless secrets untold
Sitting there silent watching the world unfold
Always being there for sad eyes to cry on
for cheaters to lie on,
For gossip to start,
and the breaking of hearts.
But still….
sitting there silent watching the world unfold.





Copyright Peter Williams 2022



Poetry by peter williams
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Written on 2022-04-15 at 22:01

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