poetry

Escape

Escape
by Lori (L. Virelli)
I long to find a quiet nook,
or to sit idly by a babbling brook,
where butterflies and birds flutter by,
and nature’s glow mystifies.
Instead, around me are traffic lights.
Shops and fast-food are the sights.
There is no downtown city beat,
yet I’m still surrounded by concrete.
I try to focus on the one place,
where I can go to find grace.
I must be still and focus my mind
and escape to the inner beauty of the divine.

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