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country road



Spring is back and I am so delighted.

From the high snow banks I have alighted.


Back to the walks I have sorely missed.

Air on my bare skin gently sun-kissed.


As my walk turns into a sprint,

I escape from the world of din.


The music drives my pace as I move.

My mind wanders with nothing to prove.


No makeup, no styled hair.

The road would never care.


The ground welcomes me back.

And no questions are asked.