Distant shores beckon,
My destiny or
A siren song?
Can I trust the call
Of a heart that deceives?
My fingers kiss the globe,
Colored countries already wooing my soul.
If it is a trap,
It is too late.
Who can defy their
Wanderlust?
Distant shores beckon,
My destiny or
A siren song?
Can I trust the call
Of a heart that deceives?
My fingers kiss the globe,
Colored countries already wooing my soul.
If it is a trap,
It is too late.
Who can defy their
Wanderlust?
You describe wonderlust amazingly! ❤
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Oh my word. You describe it so perfectly! And so beautifully!! ❤ ❤ ❤
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