aida melesse - Journey

I get used to it again
where I am,
then I hear you calling
time to be packing
and start the journey
soon to be returning
to the sun that is burning,
to the cold
that hopes of better days coming
still learning
what life is teaching
It's beyond the mountain
that's where I am heading.

aida melesse

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