I travel, I live and let go -
It is a feeling, I hold on to,
When the nights grow cold
And the wretched darkness closes in.
It is my magic rug,
That carries me away to a safe distant land -
A land of solace,
Where the gnawing grief won't get to me.
I travel, I live and I let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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