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The Chair
Everywhere
Sits the empty chair
Everywhere
The pain of despair
Behind the scent of flower beds
Lie dreams that for forever went unsaid
The chair that knows the loneliness there
In death my ghost can only stare
The cracked veneer of beauty leaks
For whispers of love we all really seek
Imagine all the lives that sat
Waiting for scented blooms that never last
The chair you see, so humble and small
Is lonely in its garden of lore
So with a tear and last hope, I do implore
Hold my hand so that the flowers we may explore
Photography by Maryline Rivard
Sits the empty chair
Everywhere
The pain of despair
Behind the scent of flower beds
Lie dreams that for forever went unsaid
The chair that knows the loneliness there
In death my ghost can only stare
The cracked veneer of beauty leaks
For whispers of love we all really seek
Imagine all the lives that sat
Waiting for scented blooms that never last
The chair you see, so humble and small
Is lonely in its garden of lore
So with a tear and last hope, I do implore
Hold my hand so that the flowers we may explore
Photography by Maryline Rivard
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