I am somewhere else, far away from this,
The only sound is of birds in the trees happily.
The crime filled streets and sirens are not with me,
There are no voices of thought to ruin my day I say.
Everything is much louder in the real world today,
Peace seems like a rare, lost, gift that will never be again.
Let me pretend that I am not here where there lives trash and fear,
A little bit better, just for a moment, let me pretend.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
Nicely done Keith! Blessings and peace!
Thanks always
On Sat, Aug 22, 2015 at 1:31 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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You’re welcome. I hope your weekend has been a great one!!!☺
Neat & such a great read as always..
Thanks for reading
On Sat, Aug 22, 2015 at 6:25 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Sometime the only time we, as humans can find peace is by transporting ourselves out of this world and it’s mess, go far off in our imagination.
Thank you always