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Just walking on these broken roads,

Roads which speak a million stories.

Stories which are all waiting to be heard.

I have heard them so many times, but I can’t explain.

I love this unsaid, like an understanding between us.

These roads through these jungles have so much in them.

Every time when I cross that corner,

I am tired but I see the Sun smiling as it’s going down.

As if it’s telling me – don’t go away again.

And I smile; even I don’t want to go away again…

 

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