Vast alluring landscapes,
Calming azure seascapes,
I wish, I could steal the cheeky wind
In my hair.
Quite sunny courtyards in grand palaces,
The buzz on the twinkling beer terraces,
If only, I could bag a bit of
the mysterious air.
The dramatic entrances on the stage,
The fight with the wild beasts in a cage,
I wish, I could borrow some of
the artist’s flair.
Dismissing the ethereal from my wanderlust affair,
My worldly mind instead bought a souvenir : a postcard, a magnet,
a stuffed bear.
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