Scoffing off
Dusting up
the ground
As you leave
your prints
Along the
pathway
Money has it
you will be back
Adventure everywhere
Silence on
your back
Not caving
in
Not willing
to remember the track
Fields are
printed
With your presence
everywhere
Forging the
singular escape
Not trapped
in a life
Not caught
like the wild
In a snare
As morning
breaks
The frosty
air calls out your name
Milkman drops
off the glass contained substance
Slightly been
interrupted by your circumference
Rush now
Calm to the familiar
voice
Smiling eyes
cry salty tears
Little pet
dog
Who is loved
So dear
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