Addison Abeba
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evenings slowby the fire fliesthe rhythm bouncingsentimentalnostalgicbetter days
that longingto a time that didn’t really exist
to a place now gone
to persons long forgotten, disappearedwalked away and out of sight as the road curved
change happenedtrying to relive but never the sameas that time
kind of pain and joy at the same time
the fire is consumedglow fadingtime to go home