As I sit upon the rivers bank and watch the ripples of the lake
gently drifting to the flow of the gentle breeze,
a rat springs from the reeds and scurrys through the wild thorn thickets
along the rivers edge,
Dusk approaches, I watch the birds calling from above,
travelling toward their nightly santuary.
I watch the peaceful unison of nature unfold that restfully guides itself throughout the night.
I walk away and continue my journey accross the wide city,
towards a palce Called Home.
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You know, you kind of threw me with that next to last line . . wide city ?
I was pretty sure you were out in the country . . till then.
Really liked your "Innocence" post. Will look for more. Take care.
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Thank you Seige, I've yet to read your "writings". In fact there is quite a lot of stuff going on here that will keep me busy for a while...
-cheers!
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I knew you were in the city as soon as you used the word rat! 
Kidding! That stirred a nice visual in my mind! Thank you for sharing it!! 
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reply to post by catalyst2466
Oh um about the "Wide City"-part, I actually went for a stroll and basked along the Yarra!!
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reply to post by Greenize
Thank you Greenize! I'm still quite new to Ats, and just kinda built a little courage in sharing expressive writing and poems~ Though lots to catch
up on~ see ya!
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