my eyes are filled with wonders,
my heart is filled with spirit
like coffee for the soul
gelato for the brain,
travel makes me sing,
zambia, mallorca and spain.
mother and my friend,
embracing, reuniting
tightening the over stretched
ropes that bind
a mother and
her daughter
under a tourist's sun,
upon white sand beaches
luxury at my beck and call,
i will recover from this
third-world hell-hole
to be conflicted, engages,
happy and bitter-sweetend,
all of this and more, i
am acutely eager to live through.
come on, june 1. you can run to me faster than this.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:10 AM UTC
my eyes are filled with wonders,
my heart is filled with spirit
like coffee for the soul
gelato for the brain,
travel makes me sing,
zambia, mallorca and spain.
mother and my friend,
embracing, reuniting
tightening the over stretched
ropes that bind
a mother and
her daughter
under a tourist's sun,
upon white sand beaches
luxury at my beck and call,
i will recover from this
third-world hell-hole
to be conflicted, engages,
happy and bitter-sweetend,
all of this and more, i
am acutely eager to live through.
come on, june 1. you can run to me faster than this.
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