Orange skylines with
Copper inconsistencies,
Cobbled pavements
Converging, at odd angles,
Stepped on
By fairytale homes
And tourist feet,
Almost, just almost,
Drowning out the violins
And the voices,
Almost making me forget
That Europe isn’t home,
Somehow.

Flights fly forward fast, for faith falls flat.

Beautiful spots, different places.
That’s the things I want to see.
In different countries with their tallest edifice.
Where you can see Ego as eclipse.

Meeting different people,
interesting and innumerable.
Learning stories interminable,
to avoid you from too much intolerable.

Historic places I want to sight,
knowing the different happenings inside.
Either a leader, emperor, kings or pirates,
Pyramids, towers, places that is sacred.

Fresh caught fish and chips
at the harbor side shop - fog.
Tourists' photograph.