WanderlustA Poem by AlyssaDevLtravellingDirty boots, with soft soles- to walk on cobblestones and stand whilst eyes roam. Battered bag, with paper stuck in zippers. They were once train tickets. Energy and grace, as she steps off the platform and into another world. The bread is different, the people breathe something else. Life continues, millions of miles away. And she keeps moving, to prove this to herself each day. © 2013 AlyssaDevL |
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Added on February 23, 2013 Last Updated on February 23, 2013 Tags: travel, poetry, writing, wanderlust AuthorAlyssaDevLSydney, AustraliaAboutHi, I'm from Sydney Australia, I'm 18 years old and I long to travel the world (seeing as I've only ever been to Paris, America and New Zealand). I'm that girl sitting at the back of the room with mis.. more..Writing
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