i cannot leave this
place
i will miss the sounds
of birds
i can sacrifice the loneliness
of bird seeds
i can sit here for hours listening
to bird angsts
grief is shared here, miseries divided
the glory of lives shared and spread like
air in the forest trees like breaths of
butterflies on those wild flowers amid the stones
and rocks and mountain peaks as the morning sun
begins its usual peek.
city creature, leave me here for good
i am no longer the slave of your neon lights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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