To Travel

Last summer I realized a passion of mine

I took a trip that lasted days, nine

Hopped on a plane, heard it soar

Ended up in London, which I grew to adore

Believed it to be a sign

 

Went to Paris, truly divine

The experiences started to define

A love to explore

A passion of mine

 

The idea sends a tingle down my spine

A tingle that I welcome, never decline

It was a passion that I didn't realize before

But it was always there, at the core

At the center of my design

A passion of mine

 

 

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