We used to travel together,
Aruba, Belize, Cape Verde...
The birds with iridescent tail,
Wet grass and spring sun,
Journey is life itself,
Without a period or a comma,
Only maps and desire,
Good people are always found,
But now usually just keep silent,
Home, wind and lost butterfly,
You have to go ahead,
Have already become memories diary.
(2013)
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journey is life itself, good write, thanks.