I want to travel with you, take a camera and a back pack. We can eat our favourite sweets and drink coffee in a shop. I can wear my wellies and you can wear your mac. You can take pictures of famous places and not so famous. I would kiss you in streets you won't forget. I want to get lost in cities and we could walk for time until our feet hurt and we would end up back in that old coffee shop again talking about how beautiful it is to be us. The rain would wash away all our troubles and we would turn up our hands and laugh, we could go anywhere and we wouldn't even need a map.
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Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
PoetryThis is just a jumble of writing, poetry, self help, rolled into a little thing I'd like to call Four Seasons Growing Inside Me
