houses
pass by
the fields show
flowers having their last
meet and greet
before the seasons change
and i do too
roads, they are busy
paths formed,
to be less repetitive
taking us to the unknown
i wonder what time will show
but now
i'm seeking peace
making friends
with it,
will it cease
i guess they call this
being stoic
but no
i just spend time with the one and only
the only one we get to call Holy
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