The spring stars I pity.
they mean nothing in the city.
The summer nights
show no twinkled lights
Winter chills' forgotten lulls,
brings no comfort in throbbing bulbs
Fall has lost its flaring flame
that the smoggy dirty cities tame
Be still, life.
Be quick, death.
Leave nothing of me
Nothing of me left.
Take me to the edge of a forest
nevermind just where it is.
To a mountain top afar
no smoke from the homes
no sounds from a car
Let me be taken in
Natures eyes to gaze upon
and let me be ignored again
To sit alone and watch the dawn.
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