I’m a nomad,
With a home,
Not far away
But long enough.
A pink pillow
The only clue
Where I lay,
Where I’m safe.
Breath of air
Feeds wandering eyes
Feet turned backwards
Heart looks forward.
I’m a nomad,
No clear direction
Birds fly east
Toward beginnings.
Only one pair
On the path
My fingers reach
Grasping at air.
A northern star
Fades at dark,
The story unclear,
But I’m here.
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Under the glorious sun
try and find the fun
With so little a stake
It’s not hard to partake
Feel the heat on your skin
It’s not hard to pin
Everything is so alive
Under the big blue sky
Find some water to splash
Go out with a bash
Find some children that laugh
Climb a tree high as a giraffe
When the sun is out shining
Don’t leave yourself pining
For the night will come calling
The sun will start falling.
By: HonestLynne
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