Aman Park

Among the fallen branches, on the short winding path, in the deep forest

At the rotten log,
near the creek, past the bridge

Among the frogs, on the lily pads, near the fallen tree

In memories past and memories never to come

In pain and in sadness
In desperation and in depression

In anger

In strife

In love

Among leaves falling in warm fall breezes, weren’t we something?

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