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Stepping Downwards

Birds chirping roughly on an avocado tree I curiously look upwards to see what could that noise be?  Is it a sparrow or a mockingbird?  It's plump and it has all shades of brown I'm stepping upwards next to the spiraling, gnarled tree before me The chirping has stopped this second Breaking my imaginative ideas and brewing them to ruins  I'm stepping downwards Urging myself to walk towards this memorable maze-like place Where I could feel the wind caress my face In a meadow of cherished flowers Making this my solitude  To sit on a crooked bench and ponder about my frowning attitude I hear someone steeping below the wall...the safety cliff  I seem to stand here all stiff Hearing all the bafflement of my unreal family  I walk around,  Inspiration driven through this memorable garden Endless in its incredible surprises Leaving me no place to face my demises Struck by fireworks from the cloudless, fashionable sky Sitting on a scrawny, dirty chair  Staring at the ancient tree...wondering how life isn't fair  How could it bear such fruit or vegetable? It grows firm and ripe  Without a flaw...without a stripe Though I feel that I'm too thin I walk around,  Inspiration driven through this memorable garden Endless in its incredible surprises Leaving me no place to face my tangled drowsiness  I must stop stepping downwards  Into my deep motivations...my charmed desire  Though its hoarse and cruel to leave this tangling temptations  I decide about a decade later That I really need to take a tightening grasp to hold on to the stairway's handlebars  Hold on for a minute...I hear a cricket beneath the cemented ground  It leaves the wind to make no ruffling sound  About a decade later, I realize this cycle goes on and on and on and it mixes altogether We need to be brought up together  As a family and visit my uncle and grandma I need to make the decision to step upwards Make an effort to say my last words: "I love you all! We'll see you both next month!" I start the cycle all over again in July  This time, I won't fail to do my missions

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