World Tour
I've traveled the map of you -
climbed your mountains,
trekked your deserts,
waded your oceans,
flew your skies.
Each journey
lead me to treasures -
pieces of your soul
and mine tied together,
hidden in the most unlikely of places.
And at each discovery
I thanked the wind for guiding me along,
pushing me farther into your labryinth,
allowing me to walk the intricate paths
of your mind and of your heart.
I will never tire of exploring you.
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