In the hush of dawn, where dreams still linger,
A wanderer stirs, tracing paths with a finger.
The world, a canvas, vast and wide,
A journey awaits, with no map to guide.
The sky blushes pink, a gentle embrace,
The wind whispers secrets, a tender grace.
Mountains call, their peaks touched by light,
Valleys echo with tales of the night.
Rivers dance, weaving stories untold,
Forests hum with mysteries of old.
The wanderer walks, with eyes full of wonder,
Each step a melody, a rhythmic thunder.
Through sunlit days and starry nights,
The road stretches long, a journey of sights.
In the heart of the wanderer, a flame burns bright,
Guided by dreams, ever in flight.
No end in sight, just the promise of more,
New horizons beckon, adventures galore.
For in every step, a world to explore,
The wanderer's dream, forever to soar.
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Dev parth (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2024 01:15
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Comments3
Beautiful words ))
Thank you
If you haven't got a guide, you should at least have a compass...
Yes
Beautiful imagery throughout this piece and the metaphor is well stated. Nicely done
Thank you
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