day 5: a day (or more) of rest
The Promenade in My Poetry, by David Akimori 7/31/2009
It was here along the Brooklyn walk. Where love was born. Here were toddlers were guides. Here were sunshine radiated on smiles. Where I was young, Where I was Bold. This promenade I will remember as I grow old. In just so few ways it's beauty unfolds. Within the passion of my life. This place is truly paved of Gold.
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