38. Streets to be seen

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Streets I wanted to see once,
to know how they look like,
to be there in every season,
to get lost under that sky.

But on google maps I ended up,
roaming them during nights,
alone in my own,
having a reverie: " How it could be...?",
a childish thought always present.

It was a hope for a thing,
an excuse to dream,
nothing more in my mind,
maybe it was too small...

With no umbrella,
I wanted to walk,
feeling how a cold wind takes me,
every second I went through.

I gave up to be around,
where wasn't something,
just promises who can remember...?

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