parting with friends
it’s trying to fly;
to fly along new routes
crossing paths
it is trying to change.
Travelling is dressing crazy
it’s saying “I don’t care”
it’s wanting to go back.
To return appreciating the small thingssipping a drink,
it’s wanting to begin.
Travelling is feeling like a poet,
writing a card,
it’s wanting to hug.
Embracing in a doorway
longing for calm
it’s stopping to kiss.
Travelling is to become worldly
it’s to meet other people
it’s to return to the beginning.
It’s to start offering a hand,
learning from the strong,
it’s to feel solitude.
Travelling is leaving home,
it’s dressing crazy
saying everything and nothing in a postcard.
It’s sleeping in another bed,
it’s feeling that time is short,
travelling is to go back.
A lovely poem. I can see a bit of nostalgy. Travelling is like looking for our soul, our essence through our feelings,looking for the meaning of life in the hope of enjoying everything and to find our reason of living
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ReplyDeleteHi Concha,
ReplyDeleteI'm grateful for your comment. I agree totally with you, because when someone has the great opportunity to travel he or she is able to open doors a new things, of course it is possible if she or he want to do it.