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The Pleasures Of Travel

Long and winding railway lines

Fleeting scenes at the window side;

Sweaty tees, dirty jeans

And a breeze to cool the brow;

A friendly face, an open book

A charging port for the dying phone;

Hungry strides, misspelt paths

Flirty smiles off a stranger’s lips,

Wings and dreams, casual memories

And a home to return to.

Author:

A wayward thinker hiding behind the facade of necessary courtesies

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