While walking
Down the street,
I see a great
Number of feet.
I see few trees,
But, no bees.
Tall buildings,
In both my sides.
I feel hot,
I can see cars a lot.
Only bags fly,
No leaves that are dry.
No one's free,
Just like me and thee.
Let it be.
As It's not only for we.
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