#180
What a present,
to dance amongst
such magnificent
pasts.
#181
There is madness here.
And sorrow, and cruelty,
and ignorance,
a country so beautiful,
so painfully undeveloped
in mind. Poverty in
knowledge, the perils of
alcohol drowning growth,
how greatly i’d love to
explore further,
and yet,
how quickly i want
to leave.
#182
Those glances
those looks
across the aisles
my heart,
in those eyes.
#183
The perfect evening
beside the fire
and under the stars.
To the side of the mountain
a gentle breeze glides
between great company.
Joyful sounds echo
in the distance.
#184
Those golden
moments
when curiosities
can quickly move
across the border
of pleasantries.
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-Mr. Write