This is how it looks today
No longer vibrant green
But that is how I remember you
Long fall days dreaming on benches
Feet shifting pine fronds around, avoiding
Speaking of the separation to come.
I often visit here
It used to be colorful,
Even the browns were green.
Now everything in my world is monotoned.
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The Bag Lady 
Love that line: Even the browns were green. 🙂
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The sadness of time
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Long fall days dreaming on benches………….sounds like a wonderful spring afternoon!
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Very well written.
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome
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