wagamama benches | poem by deejay | love above the door

wagamama kintsugi benches
In the heart of the metro centre | the wagamama benches stood,
weathered and wise, broken but good.
kintsugi, the ancient art that they adore
japanese magic, secrets galore.
gold lacquer traced with each fractured line,
turning brokenness into something more divine.
once shattered, now resilient, strong and bold,
the benches now whispered of stories untold.
where weary souls found their solace and grace,
sharing their burdens in that sacred space.
the Gateshead family, a gentle embrace,
free cups of green tea, a gentle chase.
as Young hearts spilled their worst worries and fears,
kintsugi’s gold healed their hidden tears.
wagamama, an eating house for the soul,
where brokenness becomes a cherished goal.
and on those benches, strangers became kin,
bound by golden threads, friendship to begin.
so raise up your cup, let Kintsugi inspire,
in life’s own fractures, find beauty to admire.
wagamama benches, a testament so true,
that with healing lies in cracks, and love follows too.
poem by david “deejay” jackson
Tuesday 11th June 2024

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That was such a lush poem deejay x