The Tourist by Ivan Guerrero Najera

The Tourist

I can ride around your hills
Or rest in bliss on your stripped fields

Then I’ll find your fruits and drinks
Making them my daily meals

Let me make a full inspection
Of your paths in all directions

I’ll get lost inside your maze
Made by all your tangled ways

You’ll become my paradise
A perfect picture to my eyes

I’ll be the tourist of your face

by Ivan Guerrero Najera

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