To walk along a country road is to feel freedom.
The wheat and corn fields rippling in the wind. The sparrows lift from the lines above you in flocks like a giant black cloud whistling away.
Oh, how those days long to be taken. The summer yearns for the feet of the free pounding in a race against the streams. The warmth of the earth once again to germinate the ferns.
Breathe in breathe out take a sigh of the mountain tops. We follow the yellow paved road all the way home.
Take a stop at the crossroads and turn around. The look and the familiar sound. It's all so close of the years come past. Like childhood flying by so fast.
The dreams of the future you once held in high. This is the spot where you said your goodbyes. The place where you met your very first cry and the smile on your face of the joy you can't hide. Those yellow lines have seen it all.
Oh, how I can't wait to go home.
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PoesíaThe story of my life in the words I can express and for the moments I can't seem to speak.
