The Globe

EM's Web Journal

There I saw the world
As my fingers made it twirled.
Round and round it goes
And with a single poke, it haults.

I could travel with my fingers
While my globe twists and turns.
But, travelling won’t be the same
If I were really there,
With my feet glued to the earth.

But I will not worry. Not a hint
Maybe someday, God will lend me
A boat or a plane
Just to show me
What the world really is:

That my beloved planet
is not soley made of plastic
Not like my globe
Whom I always keep.

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The Globe

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