three kilometres from here is a long, wide road
made of cement
it is not very long but long enough
it is another world driving on that stretch of road
the air is so pure, if I close my eyes I become calm in a second
thousands cross that road each day but nobody stops on it
and takes a moment to just breathe
and listen to the nature’s song
I go there sometimes
what I fail to find here, I desire to find it there
sometimes, the sunset is short.
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