Wander

by mandaceehb

Let us go stargazing under the states 

That aren’t the actual colours the maps show

They paint a pastel universe 

 

With your finger 

You show me where we will go

Trace lines that mountains and streams can’t cross

We don’t see the roads and trains from here

There we will live 

It could be amid a desert or a storm

But we have never studied geography 

And the colours are beautiful 

 

Mark our imaginary paths with stars

We will decipher our own constellations with trust 

 

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