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Oct 2018
Homebound, on the trail to new horizon.
Lost town, forgotten from where the trail was and where it began.
Like roses and cherry blossoms,
beauty isn’t forever.
I admire the concrete, the cement, the asphalt and rocks, at least they stay.
The songs I sing, lost their melody and beauty.
I head to concrete city
Where the hearts are exchanged for pennies and forgotten memories.
For once the leaf, the bird, and the frog..
aren’t things I admire.
I now find love and resonance in the solidness of structure,
And then maybe my heart won’t rupture.
Written by
maire rolin  Sweden
(Sweden)   
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   Rick and Aurelia
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