On that stretch of road.

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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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