Poems

Dreams

“I wish I could go
On a lone-trip, someday…
With just my backpack
And all my dreams;
Live with the natives,
Share their food,
Learn their languages,
Discover their histories;
Touch the clouds,
Dance in the rain,
Chase the wind,
Row a boat;
Scream into valleys,
Jump into puddles,
Collect some orchids,
Camp in wilderness;
Wake up at dawn, to bask in the first ray
And make lots of friends, along the way.”

– said the girl who could not step out of the front door without permission.

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