wanderlust

Tree.
Tree.
Tree.
More trees.
On a train with a wide, dorky smile,
Just passing by hundreds of trees.

Fountains.
Falls to rivers.
Lukewarm springs.
Cold water. Warm water.
On a hike with the most unreasonable rush
Just looking for smooth, glorious, running water.

Temples.
Sacred palaces.
Ruins.
Giant caves.
In a maze, there’s nothing with more luster
Than a massive formation of rock, sand and dirt

Stars.
Bright lights.
Dancing lights.
Blue, red, green, mauve, periwinkle, marigold and so on
On your back, intensely looking up
To millions of tiny, tiny flickering lights.

Tall buildings.
High towers.
Little diners.
Through courtyards and cobbled streets
Nothing more exciting and heart thumping
Than walking in circles in the great, big city.

Lost.
Winging it.
Exhilarated.
Alive.
Hitching the next ride.
Getting off after one town or two.

– A, 2014

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