A separate road

You wanted to be born to a snail
wanted to travel slowly
in an opposite act that finds peace in every breath
later as an exemption
To avoid running yourself hoarse
wishing your innermost way through gravel filled longing
without seeming goals
where the sun in sensible steps
is widening you.

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Nature and Landscapes

 

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