I am yearning for an open moor,
To walk alone through wide outdoors,
A purple ocean, and velvet sky,
The feel of mountain’s breath on high,
An endless wild, vast and free,
Wanderlust is consuming me.
I am yearning for an open moor,
To walk alone through wide outdoors,
A purple ocean, and velvet sky,
The feel of mountain’s breath on high,
An endless wild, vast and free,
Wanderlust is consuming me.
Sounds like the invitation made it to your door.
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