Hey Mr. Yesterday.....

Roads become a getaway to those heavens made on this earth....!!!
Dusted, often misdirected to unknown paths...!!! overtime, it sparkles with its magic.
Drive us to be apart from the world...
To touch adventures ....
In its finely chiseled memories,
We live...;
To the diverse array of roads...
In front, of those nomads...without destinations...!!! Timed to coincide with untold impulses...!!
Within we stroll, to the cloudy cities... wild mountains and turquoise beaches ..!!
Hey Mr. Yesterday...take me back...
With time...days, collided between us to its reveries...
Night, drunken together among stars...high conversations..!!!
Through darkened street...!!!.
To touch 3:00 am...delicacy....!!

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