Modern poetry with empty chairs

A breeze blew.

Blow off a pink flower

The chair rocked warmly and smiled.

They, it's time for an outing again.

This time of year

The fragrance of peach blossoms will welcome countless tourists.

The chair has been quietly witnessing the time.

That pair of old people is even more unforgettable.

How many days have they been with it?

Chair, I don't know.

All I know is that every year when the peach blossoms.

They started to come and stay with it.

Listen to them sing and chat.

Look at them talking and laughing.

Only winter

They seldom come to see it.

It will still come when it snows.

They will look at it affectionately.

It feels warm.

The sun is shining.

He came, but he didn't see her.

He looked around affectionately.

Finally, I showed my eyes full of love for the chair

Gently stroke its back.

Whisper it.

She will never come again.

Because she went to the most beautiful heaven.

I will always be with you and tell you my love.

After the snow, her figure

Always in the center of the chair.