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A glossy park road
Illuminated by streetlamps.

Red and yellow leaves fall
And drown in puddles below.

An empty park bench
Damp with rain.

A single soul with an orange umbrella
Is a statue in the darkness.

Stone cold observer
But eyes are closed.

Red, wind stung cheeks
And blue, numb hands.

There is a lovely house waiting
With a warm fire and large bed.

Yet, here under falling rain
And cloaked in frigid air
Stands a man who
Finally feels at ease.