Dusting off passport of dreams,
I begin to travel in day.
The wind at back that hugs.
The delicate scent of flowers.
The birds whistling in ears.
Moving with passport of grand opportunities,
the sun stamps my conscious mind.
Feet dance on life's road.
Heartbeats sing gracefully.
Gratitude enters in breath.
Unlimited pages of book opens,
as I move with compassionate heart.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 9:48 AM UTC
Dusting off passport of dreams,
I begin to travel in day.
The wind at back that hugs.
The delicate scent of flowers.
The birds whistling in ears.
Moving with passport of grand opportunities,
the sun stamps my conscious mind.
Feet dance on life's road.
Heartbeats sing gracefully.
Gratitude enters in breath.
Unlimited pages of book opens,
as I move with compassionate heart.
:) Just playing with word passport.
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