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We travel!
Take to roads
Reach places unseen by my eyes before
Tranquility enjoyed, beauty explored.
Seems like so long ago!
Where does the time quickly go?
Feel the grass, breath in sweet air
Feel the sun upon my face, run my hand through my hair
Sad the scene where history played
Yet nature comes and strong willed stays
No sound is hear but the songs of birds
I sit and laugh, strange nonsense poems arrive, mirth absurd.

I should stay here for a while,
But no! Not me. That's not my style.
Take to roads
Travel alone
Drifting spirit
A cloud in an empty sky
Yet to find a place called home.