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A shadow on the road
didn't erase
a rain that didn't harvest
on its own.
He left the countryside alone
to live in the city
heard voices say
how wonderful and such.
He heard voices sing
I'm already in the city
the sun didn't matter anymore,
at dawn
he didn't want anymore
to return to the countryside
even if it means
just another stranger.
Time passed
and his autumn came
with skin marked
by the pain of being alone.