We didnt survive, we inhaled the spring
Forever alive, never leaving the ring
All the freedom put in the backpack
Promise each other never look back
And we didnt back, just so far traveled strown
In my city "N" the sunset comes to down.
I stand on the balcony, and look at the town
All this time.
Just imagine, somewhere you are probably smoke.
Looking into your green, someone laughs at response.
I m a traveler, friend, just a shade of your feel
For a moment decided, that we are in real.
Epiphany
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