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Not For These Streets
I was not made for these urban streets
For daily bump-ins— for meet and greets
I was meant to roam the wooded route
To only converse with the odd scout
I crave earthy tones of brown and green
I crave anything but this routine
Get me away from the streets of grey
Away from this state of soul decay
Tuck me safely amongst some tall pines
I'll read between them like I do lines
I'll talk to crows if I need some friends
Maybe they can tie up my loose ends
Or fly me into a swift uptrend
Point the way straight to that peaceful blend
I'll feel more at peace— a bit at least
As I pace the trails from west to east
Then I was when following street signs
Strolling within the city's confines
#countrylife #citylife #rhyme #poetry
© danie_af
For daily bump-ins— for meet and greets
I was meant to roam the wooded route
To only converse with the odd scout
I crave earthy tones of brown and green
I crave anything but this routine
Get me away from the streets of grey
Away from this state of soul decay
Tuck me safely amongst some tall pines
I'll read between them like I do lines
I'll talk to crows if I need some friends
Maybe they can tie up my loose ends
Or fly me into a swift uptrend
Point the way straight to that peaceful blend
I'll feel more at peace— a bit at least
As I pace the trails from west to east
Then I was when following street signs
Strolling within the city's confines
#countrylife #citylife #rhyme #poetry
© danie_af
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