True voyagers are those who leave
Just to be lost, hearts light and wild
Finding morality among trees
Not knowing why they must go
Winds beneath wings, dust under feet
Adventure among clouds or beside the sea
Enigmatic whispers lost in ruins
Swift music over hills, home in the foreign
Kinship found in the stars and stories
Passing in strides with pride and glory
They shine as a life affirming sun
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