The trees rustle, a breeze quivers.
Laughter fluttering through the air.
Children dancing, leaves glistening.
Why does it all seem so near?
Open space, glances sideways.
loneliness in space, yet others so near.
The Other I long for, the Other I call for.
This bench is so large, yet I am so small.
Room is beckoning, ever beckoning.
Is my invitation uninviting?
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An invitation to step aside, take a deep breath and ponder life differently...
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