#348-Running
14/07/2018
Hot summer days.
Deserted streets.
Home,
Miles away.
I’m tired.
Don’t know why.
I miss you,
But feel alone,
Finding it hard,
To embrace myself.
It’ll pass.
Always does.
As red turns to green,
Sadness to a smile,
Wakefulness,
To peaceful sleep,
And home.
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