A Man in the Park


The moon was high while I was in the park.
The wind blew through his beautiful dark hair,
His eyes were greener than the greenest mark,
And he stood tall and vigorous with care.

Reading a book, while leaning on a wall;
He seemed to be unreachable to me.
Sensitive, strong, and sweet like a water fall,
Ignoring ones that did not merit he.

Very proud and different from others here,
An angel sent from heaven down to earth;
Still was modest, treating others with care.
Both his parents were blessed with his birth.

As the night faded away so did he.
He vanished, leaving no trace for me.

FNM

I nominate for week 22: fiveloaf

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