I sit alone in peace surrounded by grass and trees,
away from civilization I feel relief.
The sun beats down upon my back,
and here I pedal over the faded track.
As ticks jump upon me to suck my blood,
I don't feel pain yet I feel the flood.
The flood of happiness that drove me here,
to this field that soothes my ears.
Now I sit here upon this cement block,
it holds so many memories they never stop.
Next time I need peace I know where I shall come,
because here total destruction will never be done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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