Sunday, November 1, 2015

Traveler's note

City lights, skyline and silhouettes
Breath of a perfume,
An euphoria of losing, finding and locking a lost map 
Fingers discovering contours like a voyager on a conquest.
Whispering winds, lyrical rains, and a moist inviting earth. 
Nothing changes.
Just the coordinates, just another country.

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