NOMADS
Conjoin
At the foreheads
To earth
Collecting
Their minds
As
The nights collecting the shadows
At the sunset
In their eyes
They are rising
On their knees
At the end
Standing
In prayer
With
Their open palms
To the Cosmos
Used to
Not sleeping
Awaiting
Sunrise
And keep going
After the roadsigns
Of their own shadows.
Borce Panov
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