Orchid Park
Years back
On the orchid park
Me and my old fella.
On his bicycle
My sit was marked.
Knew the place upside-down
By the afternoons spent
On funny walkabouts.
While our lady expected for us
With some delicious dish
By her fancy tablecloth.
We didn't notice time passing
As we trying to find the sloth.
Taking a rest by the forsaken well
Eating popcorns and ice cream at last
These are good times
Times that don't come back
For me leaves only
The duty to thank
Flipping the coin into the fountain
Wishing our friendship
For longs and markable days.
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