Some travel the world
step on each soil, hard and frail... and not leave a mark, a blow of air, like grains of sannds fly with the wind and never come back.
Some look around and see nothing, different colors and only the skin that reflects to their eyes.
Some hear many sounds and all they get is the echos of their concrete believes..
they travel the world..
see different rays of sun, on different lands, shake different hands.
watch the seven wonders and beyond seven seas. and all that matters is ones-self.
No learning, no curiosity, no magic, no
Just satisfying the never full-ever-empty-well. selfish desires.
and some, look inside themselves, travel the world, dive deep in the deepest oceans of their existance..
see seven million wonders in the simplest things
touch seven million miracles
leave a thumb print in ones heart...
heal a wound with a sicnere smile.
they believe, that everyone is just the same.
theres no difference, black or white.. asian or indian.. religious or athiest.
they believe in beauty, in humanity, they learn by everything that happenes around them.
they holds worlds within.
and it reflects inside out.
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