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En Route

Running on the wheels
travel,poem on travelling,exploring the world,visit best places in the world,en route,poem on exploring,poem on seeing the world,nature poem,travel poem ,best travel poetryFeels like chasing the stars
Sometimes the brake,sometimes the gear
Flying solo in the ocean of cars

Waves thrashing on the sandy rocks
Let's jump off that cliff,oh so sweet
Flamingos painting pink on the docks
This vacation is so very lit !

Hiking up the snowy trail
Yeah the air is a bit more fresh
Pretty diamonds falling,they say its hail
The husky newborns are a cute mess.

The love of life attached to that cup
The same old cappuccino tastes like magic
Those familiar songs a jingle to the ears
All but the feeling captured in a click!

Meetings with strangers a happy exchange
Starlit skies touching the soul
Time flies as nights change
Playing like strings with the grass beneath .


Cascading waterfalls a sight to behold
Rainbows painting the horizon
Strolling on the frozen lake embracing the cold
Snowflakes settling down on the dazzling white!

Trails in forests weave a mystery tale
Kayaking on the mirror a dream come true
Found Nemo just like in that animated tale
Forests of pine staring back at those green lights.

Unveiling the mystery of the dark caves
Water drops performing a live show
Lost in the turquoise waves
Let the dolphins row, row and row!

Flying above in the sky so high
Amidst clouds or maybe in the copter
Vision so pristine as of a bird's eye
Catching up the world all in a glance.

Crossing borders across oceans
Blending in with structure and culture
A wide range of fun all packed in one
So,Adiós, amigo till the next time !
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