A New Day

Got the early train by mistake

Was not thinking straight

Or, perhaps, the choice was made

By the hand of Fate.

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The wind moved slower

The stream swam softer

I approached strangers for

Short, sweet conversation

Then, noticed the fear in their eyes

Right,

This is London.

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So I left them with a smile

Took a seat upon the grass

Legs outstretched and crossed

One over the other

Watching the trees

Shed their leaves

For a new season is coming.

~

New colours emerging

New possibilities unearthing

Yes,

I feel it in the air.

~

I shall not, cannot, rid of

My roots

They are planted deep

In the ground of

Who I am and

Where I have been.

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But my leaves are shedding

Flowing in the breeze of change

Into a new city

A new season

A new day.