arshnoor saggu


The Air Nomads

Flying over the seas, over the water
Scratching the sky, Loving the air
Piercing the clouds affecting their exquisiteness
Takes it with them, smudge their whiteness
Over the heads of mechanisation
Over the pride to proud, still no greed of collection
Follow them if you can, But you can only do this
Never caught their speed, never impure the peace
Sometime close to the ground, Sometime close to the death wound

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