Travel Tips
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When in solitude, my stance,
In hand, my phone I glance.
Every ignorance my daily adds
Light radiating from sorrow, it grants
Wished to fly as a dove, which
Not poor but freedom rich.
Waited a while, then reckoned
Maybe they’re busy now I have to learn.
Even those clouds said sorry.
We can't tell you their little story.
For it started raining harder
And so my eyes started drowning.
At times, we dined together
Thought I we would be forever
Wilder may be my imagination
For no apart by distance with distance
Should change the lines Miles to go before I sleep.
To miles for a love to keep
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