hispers of the Wanderer
In cities of stone, where ancient tales are told
I find myself lost, with a heart of gold
A stranger in a crowd, with a soul astray
Seeking the secrets, of a world away
The city's rhythm beats, like a drum in my chest
A symphony of steel, that whispers me to rest
But I wander on, through streets so gray
Chasing whispers of wonder, that fade away
In alleys of old, where shadows play hide and seek
I stumble upon truths, that only the wind can speak
Of forgotten dreams, and whispered promises unkept
Echoes of a journey, that my heart has not slept
In the silence of night, when the city's din subsides
I hear the whispers, of the wanderer's tides
A call to adventure, to distant lands unseen
To follow the compass, of a heart that's still seeking
Like a leaf on a breeze, I drift and I roam
Through the city's labyrinth, where stories are home
Seeking the mysteries, that lie hidden deep
And the whispers of wonder, that only the wind can keep
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