Wanderlust
Safe travels, fellow wanderer! 🌍✨
Wanderlust whispers through the breeze,
A compass needle pointing to distant seas.
Mountains rise, their peaks a call,
Inviting hearts to explore, to enthrall.
Footprints etched on sandy shores,
Stories woven in sunsets and ancient lores.
In bustling markets, spices dance,
A symphony of flavors, a fleeting chance.
Cobblestone streets, secrets unfold,
Where history whispers, and legends are told.
Through winding alleys, we roam free,
Chasing sunrises, lost in reverie.
The road less taken, a path uncharted,
Leads to vistas where souls are restarted.
In every sunrise, a promise anew,
To wander, to wonder, to find what's true.
So pack your dreams, your heart unbound,
For the world awaits, a canvas unowned.
Let wanderlust guide your curious flight,
In this grand adventure, find your light.
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Good Poem about Wanderlust ❤️
My wanderlust is when I open a new book of any kind.