At the right angle to your eye
Where sun rays throw a spotlight on a patch of grass
Green to white it dyes and blinds
And nature's orchestra is sotto adagio
Then i stand where purpose and reason are not wed
No rationale smashed in my lover's face in front of 100 eyes and lenses.
Heat and light bath my skin and i'm in a private blissary
And here is my little slice of heaven
Here is where i am truly at peace
Urban sprawl breeds the world martial
On a shorter and stronger leash that sparkles
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