Take off into the blue sky,
I can only arrive if I fly.
To see the great tower in France,
Maybe a sculpture capturing dance.
C'mon now, I'm not to be late.
My world travels are to be great.
I'll get mud on my boots,
I'll discover my roots.
The world is to be explored,
Sanctioned thoughts are no more.
Get out and go see!
If not you, then for me.
Don't stay simple,
Discover a temple.
Make yours a story worth telling,
Don't be timid, go out yelling.
We are destined to find what's been left behind.
For, we kick up gravel when we travel.
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Whispers of the Mind
PoetryPoems that I've decided to publish. If there are any errors please let me know.