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 

πŸŒ‘

With each step of his worn boots

The weight lifts from his past left behind 

The burden of his pack easier to manage 

πŸŒ‘

He carries all the worldly possessions he needs

His life, his beliefs, his future 

In his tattered overladen backpack

πŸŒ‘

Storms, winds, burning days he has faced 

His face weather beaten 

His clothes threadbare 

But his heart is joyous and light 

πŸŒ‘

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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