Posted in Feelings, Poetry

Nostalgia

A long spacious road, not so dark, not so idle but so quiet,

The silhouette of few people smoothly and slowly passing by,

The soft rustling sound of tree leaves and branches nearby,

The cold midnight breeze that kissed my almost sun burnt skin,

Then I felt a deep longing creep up within my being,

My soul yearned to be somewhere I used to belong.

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