The spaghetti spoof

Travel is meditation to me..you know Like it brings to my sight all that was hidden..
My feelings desires my limitations and my powers..

When I travel I forget about about everything..everything for all that time..
And all I can do is express my awe on the imprefect perfection around..

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The roads less traveled..the busy and empty weekday streets..
The people the families..all connect to me..like families who I do not know..
The smiles strangers give the joy of having traditional feasts..
Nothing beautified nothing glittered..
Just real enough to get subreal..

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Nature people all at the unadultrated real form have the beauty that human touch can only wish for..
And travel makes me touch that feel it and be a part..
I wish I could just goo off and  roam..
Where??
Just nowhere..and that is what its all soo special about..

love,
lavanya

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