travels
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Landing in Bali, you are greeted by the hot and humid weather,Tourists throng from world over, going hither and thither,The colorful atmosphere on arrival is a prelude to fun that is in store in this haven,
Romantic Naples is in a league of its own,Italy's third largest municipality with the topper being Rome,It's a vibrant city of glorious, yet tattered beauty,You just need to soak in it's inimitable Italian authenticity
My travels start
Right here
Deep in my mind,
My travels take me just where
I please, I don’t have
To leave my warm room.
My travels start,
Sixteen, sun
Beating down,
As I embark on my bucket-list travels,There is something I wish to unravel,To see my skills at penning poetry,Over which currently I have no mastery
There is something divine about uncertainty
To know that blessings are just around the corner
Maybe you are the blessing
Maybe I am the blessing
There is something divine about being a blessing
This tundra is vast.
Colder than I thought.
Nothing breathes life here
and only the beasts
can find sustenance.
Where can I go?
No matter which direction
I met you once on the side of the road
you were walking in no particular direction
You said your name was wanderer
and you were searching for an end
At night you slept looking at your compass
Half-mad with cold and hungerthe rattling of his cup a gunshot in her ears.She averts her eyes,unable to stare.
In this crazy, unorthodox life, I am a traveler. I don't let the enraged boundaries keep me from exploring the untouchable. I seek adventure in the smallest of miracles,
