Robotic... Peace
City life with its thundering roarsEchoeing,,,,
It's hustle and buzzel deafens me,
constantly bouncing, bellowing,
upbraiding my mind.
Lifes rigid clutches ensnaring my
soul in its traffic.
I want to scream! Meanwhile...
Dusty roads and ribbiting toads
Echoeing...
Beyond the still of night.
Ocean sounds.. ssshhhh green dressed
branches are swaying in the wind.
I close my eyes and take it in
This Robotic Peace
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