bench ..

comes a story , old and cold

rain pours on this same road

flashback turned her old and grey

years did love her all the way

when young she came like a rush of wind

touched by her soul , people smiled 

she tucked on the bench close to me

till the sun dawned inside

after all these years I visited the street

the rain like always poured 

the rain of endless dreams

she tucked on the bench , now all grey

still I fell for her rosy smile

here when the sun stood all high

tricked sunshine on her wrinkled face

of a story cold and diverted ways

of a familiar zone taken unknown name

and now when she sits close on the bench

I'm happy to know , she remembers it all

the road , rain , love

the sun and its silent dawn

the cold story and the warm end