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Thoughts of an empty chair

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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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