I dream of being a travel writer
Riding the rails, oceans or skies
Watching scenery change
Watching people living their lives
All this with a pen in my hand
Seeing the same stars
Under different skies
Tasting foods and beers
Wine and other exotic senses
The fragrances and the weather
Changing climates
Like the turn of a page
Discovery and adventure
All I need is a good notebook
A few hundred pens
And the ambition to get out there
That and the fortune
Of an actual fortune
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Very romantic adventure you have dreamt. Beautiful