Stamped with stories, worn with grace,
A traveler’s soul in every place.
Pages whisper of distant skies,
Of silent prayers and soft goodbyes.
A passport holds a secret might—
A key that turns the world to light.
From border gates to ocean’s roam,
It draws a map that feels like home.
Each mark, a moment—bold or shy,
A fleeting glimpse as time drifts by.
Inks and seals, like echoes remain,
Footprints etched in joy or pain.
More than a book, it bears our stride—
Of dreams once chased and fears defied.
A traveler’s pride, a tale well known,
A world within, where seeds are sown.
