The silver shorelinings break waves of thunder against the sand.
An electric ocean pulling me with its magnetic current.

Mountains in Mumbai and bellowing valleys in the Chilean drop.
Scattered soles, cloned from mud and dirt and snow prints.

India bubbles and burns and
Spain tramples my chest.

Italy wavers voices of the ghosts of the canals.

My soul is burning for the countryside and the delicate embrace of my mother earth.
I can feel the sunset whispering my bones into full sprint.
-P.S.