Monday, July 30, 2012

Passport In Hand

Traveling to places step by step,
Wherever intriguing things are kept.
Unknown places I might be,
Taking pictures for those to see.
Walls made of sadness,
Here it’s almost timeless.
The picturesque churches and cobblestone streets,
All my dreams seem to meet.
What an imperfect world we truly are,
But how the beauty perfects it is bazaar.
It’s indescribable, this place,
I want to have this picture in my memory, just in case.
The beautiful golden arches, up high,
Why does it make it so hard to say goodbye?
Enchanting lights fill up the streets at night,
The spectacular view, what a sight.
I look up and down,
I look all around.
Such a place full of wonder and mystery.
A place I love so much, it’s where my heart will always be.

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