Reflections

Those evenings

I miss those free evenings, just going around randomly on walks. Without a specific place to reach, nowhere to go, nowhere to reach, just walking around. Like a nomad, a wanderer.

I miss those free evenings, on the roof, watching the sun set, the birds flying back home, the darkness slowly spreading, the stars starting to shine, with the moon sometimes seen, sometimes not..


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