- jacydelvecchio
Elsewhere

A whisper of sound
Caresses my skin
Bringing with it
Tales of a foreign land
The story resonates
Within me
Like the song of a black dove
The pungent scents
Of unknown spices
The pale sense
Of unknown stars
To be elsewhere
To experience newness
Is desired
Required
Necessary
I wish
To eat this world
And other worlds
Too
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