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The mountain of rebellion

Escape to the green land,

store that fresh air and green threads of grass

bring it to the lab, bring it to your computer.

Ideas and rebellion need breathing fresh.

breathing new.

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Mountain train

This train drives fast

And flowers the curve of a mountain

With a strong personality.

Now grass, then rocks,

Cross our way

And get tamed.

Yet nature hugs us

And accompany the end of our flash back

Towards routine and work and planning

A days of attention and reward.

Open window

What comes through the window
Is a gift and a tool
That chances and love
Send you today.
I have only a Narrow breeze
That can cross
And the empty air can still
Make me close my eyes and
Bear natural freshness.

White escape

Add a stroke of pink to your writings
And a curl to your Ts and your Is
When the window is closed
and no escape can be found.
The head down on the white paper
Can imagine a world of fun and flowers
With exercise
Even In a grey cubicle.

Time escape

Rediscover the minutes
Passing unnoticed while you work.
Annoyed by waiting times,
I waste the gift of those small breaks
Daydreaming me out of the lab
And laying me on a silvery beach,
At least for a while.

Poetry jumps

I evade the white sheets
And the pressing characters
That ask for more writing.
No daydreaming is allowed at work
My hands are enthusiastic
And my heart jumps
When the free minutes combine
And the time for poetry comes.
I run, I sweat, I take off
For the holiday of the day.

Surrounded

Time is not wasted,
As you think,
While staring at the horizon of today.
The mountains lay closer
And clouds are covering the sparse houses
And their lights.
Today, the valley is narrow
And hugs me with no escape.

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