From the top
of the
highest mountain.
To the
clear blue of
the Trevi Fountain,
From the
bottom of
the deepest sea.
To the
splendour
of the Elysee.
Nowhere
I would
not travel.
To catch
a glimpse
of your marvel.
This beauty
who captivates
no artist
could illustrate.
The 50 year old poet 
The way you write is addictive
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Thank You.
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