Travel is a feeling
that swells in your heart
You may forget the music that played in Hyde Park
or the name of that cafe on the Champs Élysées
But you'll never forget the warm glow
that filled you to brimming
and made you glad to be alive
Writing poetry is like antique shopping for words: sometimes you find a treasure, and sometimes you find a dud. ;)
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