wanderlust
A Letter To The Girl I Left Behind
Maybe in four months, maybe in six, maybe in a year
I have so many places to see
so many people to meet
so many things to experience
so many memories to built
I don’t know when I’ll be back
I have so many things to do before I come home
And I say ”home” because for me home is where you are
I’m homeless
Just my backpack and my memory of you
fading in the desert’s sand
blown away by the Moroccan wind
I don’t know when I’ll be back
I have so many cultures to discover
different religions
different musics
different flavors,
perfumes,
colors
I have to find out who I am before I come back
Then I’ll be ready to love you,
to give you my soul
totally
unconditionally
spiritual free
I don’t know when I’ll be back
I’m not ready yet
But when I’ll do it I just hope to find you there
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Written by Aria Finou
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