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Rated: E · Poetry · Biographical · #121160
It's Lonely in the City.
The voice of the mountain speaks to me
And finds me trapped by walls of stone.
I yearn for the land where I should be
And the wind is calling from home.

The concrete and steel of this city
Shelter not the things that I love.
Buildings lean over me, weight without pity.
They stifle the breath of my soul.

I carry this weight without ease
And grow weary of people and crowds.
I long for the fresh breath of trees
And sunshine, mountains, and clouds.
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