Nomads
On camels airplanes humpback whales cars
we are a caravan of souls
traversing the stars
Butterflies torn from the flowers of dreams
we sacrifice roots
to the eternal flow of springs
From jungle to city from broken towers to love
we play roulette with our hearts
entrusting them to strangers sent from above
Evenings to mornings crowds to grey tombs
we are always alone
we are the happiest fools
Black hair to grey hair grey hair to dust
we are the nomads
all we possess is wanderlust
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