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    Tanka: 5/7/5/7/7
    When western winds blow
    Wanderlust assails my soul
    The travel bug bites
    Soon, I prepare to set sail
    So much beauty to behold.

    by lovenotes_from_carolyn
    The westerly winds are a'blowing
    Blazing trails through the dirt and the dust
    As I'm struck with a fanciful feeling
    The travel bug known as wanderlust

    Perhaps I'll set sail on the ocean
    And arrive in the land of my dreams
    A place where the sun shines all day
    And the night is lit up by moonbeams

    Or maybe a trek through the jungle
    Where Earth's wildest creatures are heard
    And the brightest of colors are seen
    Adorning each beast and each bird

    I could always hang out by the ocean
    Taking in all the sun and the sand
    Footloose and fancy free
    Not a care, nor a single thing planned

    The mountains are calling my name
    I hear their voice loud and clear
    And oh how they tend to beguile me
    I'd stay with them year after year

    Maybe I'll flee to the forest
    And seek out the solace of trees
    I'd listen and learn for a while
    While ever refreshed by the breeze

    So many places to go
    The choices are endless, it seems
    Perhaps I'll just take a brief nap
    And visit them all in my dreams.
    ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 9/30/2021

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