Upon weary shoulders, a faithful burden bears,
A canvas companion of journeys untold.
Stitched seams embrace memories worn,
Of trails conquered and stories unfold.
A nomad's ally, with pockets and zips,
It carries essentials, from dusk to dawn.
From city streets to mountain peaks,
In rain or shine, steadfast and a drawn.
Each patch a tale, each tear a mark,
Of adventures etched in weathered hue.
A traveler's lifeline, filled with dreams,
A backpack, where wanderlust rings true.
A testament to the places we roam and a stray
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