The traveller never went far from their heart

Except when they returned

For every time they rested

It was travel that they yearned

So they followed their heart away

Across the sky and sea

Finding rejuvenation in the waters

In each new land they'd see

It mattered not with whom they went

If they ventured out alone

Nor that they'd never see every place

For the thrill was in the unknown

And so the traveller went, and as payment for their aches and ails

They filled themself with memories, and told the world their tales

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https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2017/02/the-traveller.html