The Call Poem by Nomad Omnia
The Call
I lifted the bag
I thought held all
I needed
But as I turned,
I heard you call:
“You’re such a nomad! ”
And you looked at me
In the strangest way.
That’s when I knew it:
You would make me stay.
This one took us right inside your brain, and told us so much more that you never had to say at all.
a lot said and unsaid... very nice.. but does that mean you'll be changing your name now? i kinda like Nomad....
very well written.. short but wit.. it also has a hidden scenario.. thanks truly for sharing! !
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 3:51:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You have mastered the art of simplicity. Succinct, but compelling. Warm regards, Sandra