Random Thoughts
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Oh, Merry Go Round of life,
Treadmill of my dreams,
Concrete jungle,
Polluted Streams.
High-rise buildings blot out the sun,
Smog-filled air,
Slum sections teeming decay
And suppressed life, despair.
A question, urgently stirring
About wings spread and whirring.
Freedom to move in uncluttered space —
Tiny forms darting and blurring.
Will the swallows care to come back to Capistrano?
Posted on September 21, 2013, in Uncategorized and tagged autumn leaves, Capistrano, dreams, freedom, Life, nature, poem, Poetry, Question, swallows, Treadmill, wings. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
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