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Until Next Time
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Poems. l walked down the street, consumed by my music,
On my lonesome I was, but quite happy with it.
I ended up in a park, planning to walk the trails,
A satisfying activity that never seems to fail.
Winding through the woods, meeting wilderness,
when my feet began sinking into the earth, what a mess.
As my feet became increasingly more wet with every step,
I turned around disappointed, that me and nature barely met.
I accepted their offer to come rescue me,
Though the wind felt nice blowing through my being.
Metophors come to mind as I waited for my friend to show,
Still swinging, content, a tree I am suspended below.
I found that I was bummed when they arrived,
What a beautiful view, the sky and I had gotten aquainted.
Until next time.
