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Philosophy

RURAL LIFE

I look at the sun and wonder

“How are you this, Beautiful?”

I didn’t know that there was life here

In the shadows, where everything moved at its pace

The thought of noise, now

Repels me

Give me another choice

Something that suits my needs

A lonely world in a crowded block, is.

No longer a cup of tea I want to take

I’m going for coffee

Not all tea, all tea, all the time

You see, I want an alternative sound

Must everything be like what they say?