We had to write a poem for the poetry workshop and as I sat there thinking of particular places that people would like to visit, this verse came forth. This will not be read at the poetry class, I have to come up with a different place or trip!
Come, take my hand
to that faraway land
of mysteries and desires
and share your dreams
of delghts & screams
kindered with embers & fires
Come, lay your head
upon this bed
and move yourself up higher
and fly up high
way above the sky
of shivers before you tire
Come take my hand
to that long sought land
of mysteries & desires
let me rest my head
upon your chest
as we glisten and prespire
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