Looking up, the evening sun

Filters through the trees,

Silver linings flooding the leaves

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Like a patchwork of city lights,

But there are no people here

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I exist in this place as an abstract idea,

Floating in the wind

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I move with the long blades of grass,

The flowers that stand tall like street signs

And wave like familiar faces

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A small stream grows into a river

Beside where you lay

Sunlight flashing on the surface

Like a million cameras flashing

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They are here to see you,

To capture the image of you

The breeze carries it over to you,

A hard copy of the person you want to be

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Hold on tight, take it with you as you leave

Sitting in the grass has never felt so peaceful

The birds sing and the river trickles

As you return you hear these noises transform

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They become voices,

The hum of traffic

I know you like it here in the city

But it’s okay to escape for a moment

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Returning to this place in your mind,

Where you feel tranquil and undisturbed

The version of you that you planted in your garden,

She grows here

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Each time you move between worlds she gets stronger,

Starting as a pixilated image with details you can’t quite figure out but

Look at her now,

The girl who walks the city streets

And doesn’t stop until she’s lost inside the forest