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.

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