By tik_wangrug
The shade of a big tree
Casting shadows of romance
Leaving its marks an echo to the ground
On the bench hiding in the late night
The lovers who make the light
Whispering words of endearments
Judging on the strokes of midnight
It leaves many cuts into memories
When age and time pass by
The older generations walk through
On the garden of pure beauty
Remembering the shade of big tree
Occasionally rain fall
Dripping wet from the sky
The bench holds on to its rights
For weary travellers seeking time
Of days and of nights
The shadows shine
Telling stories by the big tree
Once the marks in history tales
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