global Wanderlust Adventures

Words, obedient instruments, Strive to capture the unspeakable, To paint the subtle emotion, But their power remains fragile.

Shackled by their constrained meaning, They struggle to express the absolute, To plumb the depths of being, But their quest seems futile and mute.

Words, these imperfect messengers, Soar towards infinity, But their language is too narrow, To contain the immensity.

So, in the silence of words, The soul reveals itself unveiled, Expressing the ineffable, the intimate, In the universal language of the heart.