The map unfolds, a whispered call,
Of distant lands, beyond the wall.
A yearning deep, within the soul,
For stories yet to be made whole.
To chase the sun across the sand,
Or trek the mountains, hand in hand.
To lose myself in bustling streets,
Where every face a stranger meets.
The scent of spices, rich and warm,
A foreign tongue, a sudden storm.
The crash of waves on rocky shore,
A hidden temple, to explore.
Each step a journey, heart alight,
Collecting moments, day and night.
For travel's song, it fills the air,
A symphony of wonder, rare.
73.282 SRY