by markfahmy


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As the plane climbs up the stairs to where a million stars lie,
My head seems to swim through the perfect black sky

Miles ahead,
Meters below,
Beyond me are adventures only fate does know

Memories on the verge of being told,
And a thousand joyful stories about to unfold

I close my eyes and in my inward eye I see,
The fresh new person Iā€™m about to be.

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8 Comments to “Traveling”

  1. Just came back from a 10-day trip šŸ™‚

  2. Oh I love this, a whole new adventure awaits šŸ™‚

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