the world has become so small.
we leap across the pond,
to see the beauties.
the old buildings of Paris and Rome.
the palaces, princes, and cathedrals.
we take in the sights, see it all.
we love them, we become so fond.
we hide in the duty.
but in the end, we return home.
to work, to life, to struggles.
and the world, remains, again small.
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