Here I sit to scribble
in dim confinement of these
To declare my deep thoughts
in hope for fertile grounds
in regions this body may never go.
I pray some earthly being may read this
- my write, that I may walk with you.
To the fairest, Oh Africa where
all life flow.
On towering Himalayas a bird-eyed view
of great wonder.
Or maybe in the chilled winters of Europe
Take me there! to the land beneath this
ground I sit.
Let me go to the remote Antarctic
then voyage to the city of lights
that never sleeps.
And now take me to the Amazon to rest
among a forest of dreams.
I know its much to ask
But let me walk the seven continents.
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