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Through the Park
Leaves crunch, loud
Beneath my feet
The wind blows, soft
Across my skin
My shoes tap, quiet
Against the pavement
Leaves rustle, gentle
Above my head
I walk through trees, slow
At my pace
I watch the clouds drift, high
Away from me
I hear a squirrel chatter, quick
Inside the trees
I see a dog run, fast
To catch its ball
I smile, soft
To myself and no one else
I like to walk,
And watch the world pass by
Peace washes over me, warm
And I slow to take it in
The noises, sights, sounds,
Mix together
And I wish to walk forever
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