“Nomads don’t run,
They just keep walking
Relentlessly
Like the moon planets starlight sun,
While the underbelly rocks with the rolling of ground Earth
Never in the same place
Yet always in time
All ways are the nomads’ track
No desperate need to run to nor from attack,
Driving the driven
breezing the driftin’
sands of time siftin’
Through the mindscapes on your face
Spinning wheels and storylines
Singing in the soft confines of tender isolation
No trepidation
Earth is no one’s land
For the wondering feet
Disown the imprint they leave behind
Earth is the nomads’ world
Curious why You haven’t yet heard
The murmuring Life
Beyond the veils
Of what if it …”
(c)ROCKNROLLSAILOR2020
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