Thoughts of an empty chair

September 1, 2010
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Thoughts of an empty chair

Wind whistles through my sides

The grass, ever so soft

The trees untouched, and bare

The sky is deepest blue

Not a sound is spoken

The sun taking away cold

And me, an empty chair waiting for summer

I can smell the oceans roar

I can see the mountains peak

But I know I have to wait

A hawk in the air

Soaring to the never-ending

I watch wistfully

But I’m still waiting

Until I am sat on once again

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