Wanderlust
The hearts of youth long to wander
Through streets of a foreign locale.
Pass the gates of Chinese temples
And row down Venetian canals.
An unrelenting urge pulses through
The Veins of youth who quickly move;
Place to place seeking distracting solace
From pressures they feel the need to prove.
Copyright © Te Ue | Year Posted 2017
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