wan-der-lust

Beyond those mighty seas

into the faraway land

my soul lies

all it ever needed was

to breathe,

to float,

to roam the roads

of lands remote-

from the thick mist at the peak

to the crystal clear gushing water,

from the icy lands of snow tipped ranges

to the fresh flurry of air at the beaches,

from the lush green evergreens

to the starry night adventures,

the afar it goes, more it knows

the faces of this world;

being soaked in its culture

comes the craving to explore

the provinces unknown,

out of which pride it is

to call upon:

a lifetime of wanderlust.

--originally published on medium--