unknown

Somewhere, far away, in a hidey-hole of the world,
delimited by a lake and a sea is a piece of land
where a long time ago, a town has been raised.
In that town is a tiny street with only one way out.
On that street, at a certain number, is a house.
In that house, is a room. In that room lives somebody
more or less unknown but who has a few dreams
surrounded by a sweetening breeze of memories
that tactfully access the happiness' shape. Shape of one
who, unexplainable, longs for someone never met…

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