under the moon's soft and silvery glow upon that red bench, secrets freely flow in the silence of the night, I hear the rustling trees burdens were shared, souls were at ease. And he spoke of battles he fought within of a past that haunts like a familiar sin with tearful eyes, the story unfolds in the moonlight's gaze, the pain it holds. Now in quiet moments, he unveils his grace of a purpose rooted in selfless embrace forgetting his own, for others he'll stay to brighten other lives, whoever comes his way. Just with a heavy heart, emotions long sealed narrated the tales of wounds concealed upon that red bench, we transcend our grief in the shared solace, we found relief. beneath the moon, shared pieces took flight upon that red bench, in the tranquil night's light through trust, we listen to our souls' plea to discover, soon, what it means to be free.
25 October 23
