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Pastoral Delight
I took the path i used to tread
Winding, hiking to mountains ahead
Of the blares and roads, am fully fed
Quiet nook outdoors, cleanse my head
C'ant see beauty, down the streets
High-pitched horns and sharp beeps
Pings, vrooms, spits, muscles hit
Fast-food, nerves, i had to skip
Layers of thick tar invest the road
Miasma, and humans stink beside
Zero oxygene, mercury rises high
Beettles, mosquitos and blue flies
A swamp where diseases prosper
In the town's main square, no wonder
Like the big cities, to be fair and square
The living ones breathe among the dead
The pathway goes along the riverside
And the hilly old mountain, lies behind
A calm, secure haven close to heaven
Sheep and shepherds in Earthly Eden
I envy those who coexist in harmony
The bleat becomes language of poetry
And nature is the book of true poesy
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remili hamid
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