#WeekendWanderlust

In the depths of Monday's weary hue,
Lies a dream of where my heart flies true,
For the weekend wanders, bold and free,
Unleashing wanderlust deep within me.

Friday evening sighs, a sweet release,
As I chase the whispers of peaceful peace.
No longer bound by tasks and toil,
The weekend calls, its charm unspoiled.

With a map in hand and spirit aglow,
I seek adventures, places yet to know,
A wanderlust, a fire burning bright,
Takes me to realms bathed in golden light.

On Saturday's canvas, nature unfolds,
Her secret wonders, stories yet untold.
Mountains rise with majesty immense,
Their peaks whispering a timeless sense.

Through valleys deep, I stroll with grace,
As the sun kisses my upturned face,
Meadows bloom, a canvas of hues,
As my heart drinks in Nature's muse.

Sunday whispers tales of city thrills,
A symphony of bustling streets and hills.
Skyscrapers reach to touch the clouds,
While street art weaves tales to astound.

I meander through charming boutiques,
Feeling the rhythm of the urban peaks,
Cafés brew stories in each cup,
As I savor flavors that lift me up.

Weekend wanderlust, ever so sweet,
A respite from life's daily beat.
With every step, a new chapter unfolds,
Overwhelmed by the stories each moment holds.

Yet, as Sunday night approaches nigh,
The wanderlust within me sighs,
For the weekend’s journey must find its end,
But the memories linger, forever a friend.

And so, I bid adieu, dear wanderlust,
Knowing I shall never lose your trust,
For in each new week's beginning,
Your spirit fuels me, ever winning.

Weekend wanderlust, forever my guide,
With fervor and passion, we shall ride,
In the depths of the mundane, we shall soar,
Until the next adventure knocks on our door.
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