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Humanity of old

By Freddy Herrera Jr

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A thing to do with where one Escape

From the busy streets

Car honking, flashing lights 

Could light up a sun, busy rat race

 

Everyday problem

Where one comes to be

With oneself

it's the boredom of waiting

towards the end of time

to catch a fish.

birds chirping, fish splashing,

Waterfall flows like wind

a place where one stops

Instead of going

 

A destination that hasn't

Overcome by humanity's influence

An opportunity for one 

To become of humanity

Of old

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