Moving The World Perpetually

An ode to Amsterdam

a fresh breeze and your curly hair,
bikes all around commanding streets,
and parks and canals.

explosion of taste buds and crisp blue skies hung above us
adventures, and laughter followed our steps.
my feet grew tired,
but there’ was more left to conquer.

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