Road

Statue stands tall in every season ,

Roads walk down to undefined migrant places , 

Dust waved with wind to never ending journey,

Life full of section it claims to be victimized by a beating heart.

Every shade of blue is turning black.

Every word is full of its stories,

Came too far , left it at the unchained bar.

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