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Dear Jade, here we are Waiting in the shade;
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do you really think I'm here
while you say you see me?
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The street is crowded with honking taxis, run down trucks and pedestrians --
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Everywhere,
I wish I was everywhere,
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Looking upward to the sky of skies...
Breathtaking loftiness...
by Archangel Knight
16 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 29 11:02 PM. In Visit, Travel, City, Sites, Paris, Life, Love, Abroad, Beauty, Breathtaking
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flying high above an ocean of forgotten thought
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All those far-off places haunt me and I can’t elude their call.
Oh, I wish that it were possible once more
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As far as eye can see
Along Eighth Avenue
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A compass and backpack, And matches and tent,
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Boys with guns
Streets of cobblestone
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Stranger by a neighbourly way,
I feel like an odd female slave,
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Life passing by, can't help but grin
Faster than sound, ok, at least faster than the wind
by Archangel Knight
23 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 28 10:39 PM. In Fun, Happy, Dream, Escape, Motorcycle, Speed, Fast, Travel, Rocket, Fantasy
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Her basket full of fishes, she carries themsometimes atop her headwalking from the shoresea salt upon her lipssinging to herself hushed ton
by Dixie Dawn
4 lines, 9 comments,
on Jul 28 8:26 AM. In Contest, Life, Portugal, Lisbon, Saudade, Thoughts, Travel, Past, Personal
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Sunlight seeps through the slats of window-blinds
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I'm standing somewhere on the line between light and darkness. There are no forces pulling me forwards other than hope.
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I roll over countries as feral dogs Revel in pungent carcasses
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ok, i finally decided to release these to everyone...my heart was very tender in Malta for quite some time, so be ever so gentle in reading
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ok, i finally decided to release these to everyone...my heart was very tender in Malta for quite some time, so be ever so gentle in
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ok, i finally decided to release these to everyone...my heart was very tender in Malta for quite some time, so be ever so gentle in
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ok, i finally decided to release these to everyone...my heart was very tender in Malta for quite some time, so be ever so gentle in
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Clickitty clack rolled the train on the tracks Sittin' in second, to Tunis from Sfax
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Slumberous shade sitting, supporting sub-stratospheric, stormy, summer sunsets.
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Turquoise, cyan:
A rose by any other name....
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Through your hand I’ve discovered paths As you are the model for all my memories
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we run hand in hand in the green fields set free from the bonds that held us apart
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Let my name carry on from the day I begun My travels to distant places, fixed upon by unfamiliar gazes
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Bran muffins and grits
Fried eggs, sunny side up
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Grain elevators, water towers
Silhouetted against western sky
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I am a traveler. Duffel bag always at hand. Any wind might blow me to another shore.
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With trepidation and excitement
My Mom braves my nocturnal adventure
by hopit
29 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 5 9:00 PM. In Family, Travel, Night, City, Streets, Life, Society, Message, Metropolis
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It's the Loop,
Or the Point.
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hear the rain dancing
on that tin roof outside
by Dixie Dawn
34 lines, 3 comments,
on May 19 12:27 PM. In PAST, LIFE, NATURE, TRAVELING SOUL, TIME, TRAVEL, HISTORY, DIXIE, DIXIELAND
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The mist of the seais breath to meits air that flowswas born the beat of my heart My soul driftseven as it shipspulled by the waves of saudadeLongingunbearable to endureI bury my dreams in its sandsleeping for eternity where
by Dixie Dawn
4 lines, 2 comments,
on May 19 11:48 AM. In Thoughts, Life, Spiritual, Portugal, Lisbon, travel, soul, sea, saudade
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Postcards from a thousand dreams
by Dixie Dawn
25 lines, 22 comments,
on May 19 9:16 AM. In Contest, past life, portugal, lisbon, travel, time travel, saudade, life, dream
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Pulled out of bed at dark
hauled sleeping into the car
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To travel the world is my dream, Away from home is where I'll be.
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My temperature seemingly changes in instances.
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I am grounded on this small island, It is my home, where I return, always
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With leather lips and hippo hips, and one remaining tooth,
A wily wench becam my first, inside a photo booth
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La Playa Zipolite's an extraordinary place.
There's nowhere else quite like it on this old world's weary face.
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