'I am here! ' My yet unborn self
To new worldly experience
May it be heard to say. Offspring
Of wonderlust's prurience.
Proudly amazed, hollered out with
A child's revived emotion;
Far removed childhood's place! Postcard's
Paintable; for scenes, burnt on;
Oblique hanging, flower-potted
In richly-graped Tuscan light
O'er into what, as festive shows
Becalmed for each boated sight;
Of lovers' swoon, cafe-swilled, then
Low-arched and promanaded
In company of a summer blowing;
Flavoursome citrine shaded.
'I am here'! Echoes back louder
For what faster beats of it
Anticipative, in Time's womb.
Exploring's joyful spirit.
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