Poem # 62- Itinerary

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Rising right here; overlooking the steps
Hopefully, it's not just any test
A trip, a joyride at least!
Never I'm unable for your beauty to bewitch.

Like a highlighter, a guide, a compass
To elucidate the fact that we're venturing
Something boundless, exotic
To which clearing to take...

A times like this
No more cold coffee and mess to spectate
Because for one; all I would see is a paradise!
That it wants to portray.

So I hoed my feet here
From the very starting point
Clutching my sack bag, lightly packed
For which the itinerary never lacked.

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