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My old roads

Date Written: September 21, 2017
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Moving by old uneven roads

Without halt or sign boards

Green on both sides sides

But with heavy jerks

Feel darkness in every mile stone

Forest shadowed by leaves alone

With watching eyes on roads 

Lying as if crumpled on every mode

Find civility seem suffering

Beneath the vehicle new revolution harbingering

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