Unheard Voices

I walk through dusty alleys and wide open skies,
And in the quiet eyes of a child, I find entire worlds.
This is not just travel—this is testimony.

Each story, 
each photo, 
each verse 

I gather here is a whisper turned into a voice.
Here, the voiceless are heard. 
The invisible are seen.

Here, I discover the world… and myself.

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