Shots From A Far City
By: N.N
- Tuesday 23 June 2020
We had to grow up somewhere; in the heart, at a mulberry tree, or between sunflowers, but we forgot all of that and just remembered the date of the last train trip.
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We are unable to throw ourselves with stones, so we are satisfied with its beauty.
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We allowed the roads to take us to the infinity, neither we returned back, nor they told us where the end is.
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Our thoughts embrace under the waves and dispersed above them.
They are afraid of others eyes that would take away their warmness.
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Shadows become bigger, live, become free, breathe under one sky, and their owners have been in their place for years.
