The lights of city life are drowning the stars
Endless droning from the slow moving cars
I long for the country, the song of the lark
Where silence reigned and it was dark.
The stars were alive with the radiance of day
As the owls called softly on the hunt for prey
Lost to the mayhem of city life
I want freedom from the rat-race and strife.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
Toko Bunga Wates
4 years ago
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