Wooden Arm Chair

The wooden arm chair

waits for another spring to
see those morning flowers
scattering around

those tiny white and orange
flowers falling like magical
flakes transforming the
place

and tiny squirrels running by
while the brick wall stands
in amusement

the empty wooden chair

misses those shadows who
come and go but never stay

those shadows travel in
time to witness life

and death steals moments
from time while age plays
trick in human minds

the empty wooden arm chair

remains silence in midst of
passing clouds and waits
for rain

those fleeting clouds create
images gone by centuries
ago and yesterday

and dreams intrude to say
they create memories while
the eyes laugh in wonder

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