Journey

Journey

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Walking around and lots to see

Over mountains, meadows and the deepest seas

I come across something new

Places, people and making

A picture so vivid yet not very true.


As I travel it takes me away

From where I am and from where I stay.

I stop and feel this is where I ought to be

Sitting always under that lonely tree

Every place is mine and so I note it down

It seems so me, away from the crowd.



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