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Jan 2013
Trampled by thousand’s feet’s
Shoes boots sandals
Dusty patent *****
Cleaned polluted washed

Sometimes full of passengers
From voices running wild
Sometimes completely desert
Invoking sadness and misery.

Roads where we walk every day
Roads we love roads we hate
Roads of life and death
Roads roads roads
That lead us to nowhere.
Ilire Zajmi
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Ilire Zajmi
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   Md HUDA
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