Wishing to Stay

Passport clutched

Plane in thrust

Wheels touched


Bags all plucked

Cabs called luck

Grandly standing

A new land I'm handling

With eyes

On the bay

By the mountain

By the way

Of a river fountain

Call it a day

For memory counting

Hit the hay

And wake up for lounging

Wishing to stay.

The End

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