The road is empty
in the middle of the night
The path is crooked With me on
the way Maybe someone will meet
A crescent moon is also curved
The clouds float away
I walk on the road of my mind
Head against the window grill.
Nov 3, 2024
Nov 3, 2024 at 8:21 AM UTC
The road is empty
in the middle of the night
The path is crooked With me on
the way Maybe someone will meet
A crescent moon is also curved
The clouds float away
I walk on the road of my mind
Head against the window grill.
Not everyone can walk but their believe and imaginations take them far from where they are. Sill they are alone.
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