Hiding from thoughts in the byways,
Taking a rest from the world.
Catching the sun on the highways,
Feeling like me no longer.
Chasing a powerful windflaw,
Losing the sense of time.
Being a little bit withdrawn,
But knowing how to fly.
Questioning my existence,
Doubting where to go.
Deciding to finally risk it.
No one. No where. No more.
No one. No where. No more
© Copyright: Татьяна Цешковская, 2021
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