The Nomad

The dusty trail the Nomad walks

Beyond voluptuous valleys

Across fields of sun burnt pastures 

The chaotic world left behind 

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With no one in sight 

He walks without sound or murmur 

In quiet contemplation of that he has left 

And of the future unknown 

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With each step of his worn boots

The weight lifts from his past left behind 

The burden of his pack easier to manage 

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He carries all the worldly possessions he needs

His life, his beliefs, his future 

In his tattered overladen backpack

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Storms, winds, burning days he has faced 

His face weather beaten 

His clothes threadbare 

But his heart is joyous and light 

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When he started his journey he had no idea where it would lead

He has accepted it has no end 

That is the life of the Nomad

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