If I feel sun on my skin in a small town outside Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

I can be feeling the sunrise as I dance the streets of magical Barcelona

If I slip on lip gloss in an old house in my suburbs

I can live by painting supermodel faces in Paris

If I can steal secrets from my heart to seal them in a song

I can write for the greats and make them hear a fire in my voice

I’m addicted to the scent of rising hope

Born on highest clouds of graceful sunrises

As long as I feel sun on my skin

I’m a globetrotter, adored as I want to be

I write poetry, prose, and personal pieces. All images are mine unless indicated otherwise. Feel free to leave feedback on my work anytime; I hope you enjoy.

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