Often
My dad and I, we often walk along a path where we can talk. We are lucky, the sights are so wonderful. The green, bushes and trees, oh the distance. The landscapes art, as it could be painted, right before our eyes and steps. We walk through, to escape the gloom. I guess that's how I see it too. The sun when sets in this park is a manifest of emotions and visuals you see but feel in your chest. Like a hug that makes you let go and cry. A moment, memory that makes a mark. That walk, my Dad, the sight, the hug. Nature beautifully there, light hosting through trees that have existed longer than you or me! Yet amongst this magical place our drama, my father, dog and me. The hug fitted around this place. Grounded was nurture within. My father, me and this sceneria. Let's walk. talk and take it in, please.
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