Chapter 16 of 25

Traveler

Poems from the soul53 words~1 min read

A beautiful soul sits under the tree,

Headphones on ears and a book in hand.

She sits there unwavering and still,

And yet travels throughout the world.

That's the type of traveler I wish to be,

Exploring worlds beneath my reach.

Maybe, someday, I'll have time,

To truly explore and not just skim.

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