Up for more...

Up for more journeys,
far and clean,
lost in those clouds of dust
and songs of the new breeze.

Up for more routes,
which entangle with no ends,
and shine like those sweat beads,
on my tired forehead.

Up for more towns,
which have stories hidden,
under those old doormats,
wrapped with the whispers of time.

I am up for more,
with limits as vast as the blue sky
as deep as the far ocean,
and as complex as you and me.
Up for more...


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