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Escape the Hive
I no longer hear the sounds of urbania
The hurried hustles, constructions’ cacophony
In their stead, I only hear silent onomatopoeia.
The hum and churn of coffee, whispering breezes
Soft chirping birds, Bee honey buzzery
Yet I miss the genuine city sneeze
The dépayser I felt currently
Is one of tragicomedy
It’s blessed that I am chicanery free
Still how few friends come for golf and tea