I have a collection of more than 90 poems from when I started travelling back in 2008. I don’t know whether to self-publish them or wait for the long and tedious traditional publishing process. I am typing and editing them now along with another novella I started writing months ago that I put aside to revisit for accuracy. But if I was to publish them, this poem would be the first one in the collection.
A Traveller’s Diary
Lost in time and translation,
an alien to the world
if ever I will be found
it will be without separation.
Although longing to be apart
and find my own path,
I have come to find
Such can only be at the heart.
Thus I have come to ardor
the all and its making,
longing to be less
while hoping to be more.
A travelers diary I write
from town to town and country to country
in search of the human heart,
that beats within and outside.
So that I will be whole
through these adventures,
with those that I meet and leave,
a story will be told.
Tata
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