The Nomad Poem by Autumn Winds

The Nomad



Drifting
Like dust on the wind

One second there
One second not

A nomad
Never staying

Always on the
Move

Toward an
Unknow goal

Once gone
Unable to find

Once lost
Unable to be recalled

Leaving no trail
Leaving nothing

Except memories
Remembered forever

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Autumn Winds

Autumn Winds

Sanfrancisco, California
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