He always looked at peace
On the days he walked back home
Chewing on a blade of grass.
In this world of stone glass and marble
Built on filth rot and rubbles
He could still find time and place
To pluck on an untainted part of nature
And walk back home
Chewing a blade of grass into this mess.
©2008 Otiato Opali.
About Me
- Poetikally Korrect!
- Though I might look like your common guy next door, there's more to me than meets the I. If you get the chance to meet the I, you will find out more about me.
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