Dear, the winds are blowing
I have come of age
Today I am not afraid
of what is, and what will be.
Soon rain will follow,
And I will be there
on the streets
seeing what the sky has in store for me;
Soon it will transcend
to a moment of tranquility
Each sound, will be a distinct symphony
And I will be there 
beneath the trees
to the music of leaves
beneath the night skies
the stars take their nightly courses
right above my eyes
And in this moment
I will be at peace
with the universe
And soon these monsters
will arrive
and I will be there
in cities on shores with trumpets
in cities of various hues
vermilion, fuchsia and indigos.
in towns where journeys flow
In towns where ghosts glow
In caves where are no lights 
In seas and no one in sight
in infinity of memories,
infinity of worlds
confined in a small space
And then I will call
myself a traveller
for I would have travelled
more than just places


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