An Ode to Places

The places you go, the people you meet
The wind, the hills, oh the way they greet,
In joy, in grief, in love, out of love
Travel you must, for the journey to erupt,
And when you do…
Tell me about the smell of the unfamiliar
The known or the unknown, does it even differ,
Tell me if you can really put into words
How much a place has shaped your whole world,
Because for me, I’m still on a battlefield
To find the precise words, that will unveil the unrevealed

Published by mrinalsemia

Hi, I'm Mrinal. Constantly trying to make sense of my life through stories.

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