Waiting Dreams


On the old rickety and weathered park bench its wood have seen many moments of a childhood dream coming to play.

I sat waiting for the first time to play the game of life. The hallowed schoolyard playground still hold the hopes of a young girl wanting it all, yet having nothing.

I should get up, but the park bench holds me in its reminiscing seat of waiting dreams.

By Pamelap


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