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The Road

I was there,

with the birds,

watching 'em flying,

in the blueish red sky

no clouds were there

yet I

felt the rain

with the birds


I passed a field

with dense fog

finding the way to home,

but nothing was

there except my ‘dreams’

and some flying birds,

still I was there with my hope,

on the blurry road.

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