Life in the village is different.
Houses are large and trees are small.
Gardens spread as the village expands.
Their flowers are painted like a rainbow.
Life in the city is busy.
Giant buildings overlook narrow streets.
I only find freedom in a park.
The urban steel and brick are hidden there.
W. Wayne B.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
Photo credit Melinda ^..^
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