SputnikMature

Sometimes
we travel
far away
to
distant lands
long lost planets
You imagine
you find them
when
you fall in love.
This...
is not
always true.
We travel
in boats
made of dreams
and space shuttles
made of patches
airplanes
made of windows
you travel
through time
eras
and decades
of desperation
searching
yearning
and someday
we would know
of all
these places
calling
for exploration

The End

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