torsdag 22 augusti 2013

22.08.13

To escape the concrete's stressful grip
Among trees and meadow I traveled,
Only to find that I wasn't fit
And that it only made me unleveled.

So now I long for the busy street,
The nature that truly soothes me,
No more blame the city I give
Couse' it's within concrete I feel free. 

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