Park Bench

On a park bench we sat, on a high windswept hill,
And we watched the dear city lying distant and still.

She laid on my shoulder her sweet sleepy head,
And we watched as the world slumbered softly in bed.

I knew in that moment that perfection had come,
And we watched the time fade to a quiet, still hum.

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