The only nomads I know are not no-mads at all, but completely mad. They are the memories of youth, the beliefs I believed, the ideas I thought were mine. Not the best prompt for St. Valentine’s Day, or for the Wine Day, but that’s why I went into poetry – to be able to play with prompts, and not with the mainstream band.
28 to Create, Day 14 – Nomads
Wandering abroad at night
Finding peace on sunlit meadows,
Mirky mountains curbing lakes,
Fogs in clouds enwrap the snowy peak.
Nomads are the thoughts of youth
harboured in a tired heart.
© 2014, soulmary
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