Wander. Remember. Belong.

Tales & Trails

I walk where maps forget to mark,
Where rivers hum and shadows spark.

For wanderers with dusty shoes and open hearts,
Each journey blooms where wonder starts.

With every step, a tale is spun,
Beneath strange moons, beneath new sun.

In foreign lands and alleys old,
The silence speaks, the stories hold.

I chase the stars, not just the miles—
For home is found in fleeting smiles.