– The road –

This road leads nowhere
even the Moon won’t shine upon it.
And there’s not a single soul on this road
only the wind of memories blowing in my face.
There’s no end, no beginning
of this lonely freedom.
There’s no one to go back to
there’s nowhere to go.
Right behind me I hear the past breathing
the past that still smells like you.
And you can’t find me
I’m hiding in the dark
somewhere in the corner where only memories are left…

– Sonja Josipović –

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