Tires wail on asphalt paving
Whistling possibilities and promise
Not without foreboding: mind’s fog, mostly
Dampened resolution, but determined
Drivers unknown, along their path
Mostly away, by responsibility
Other worlds, not family but
Nearly, in time and engagement
Other passerby, a walking few
Today’s way concerned with
Speed, fast as can be, more
Meters of metal than pliable feet
On their way, all
What may come, no question
Instead, little matters make
full days that also pass away.
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Life's Poetic Essence 
Travel can open our eyes to so many things in the world. Being able to take it all in means a great deal.
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Yes 🙂
Travel
My heart is warm with the friends I make,
And better friends I’ll not be knowing;
Yet there isn’t a train I wouldn’t take,
No matter where it’s going.
– Excerpt from Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem entitled Travel
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Ooooh, that’s gorgeous! ^_^
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Thank you <3<3<3
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You’re welcome.
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