Nomad
It's heartbreaking,
watching the clouds part.
The city is burnt down,
there is nothing left to go back to.
The warrior must move on.
For she is a nomad.
...destined to be alone forever.
Only her pen will feel her pain,
and her paper will hear her confessions,
...she likes it that way,
and that is the way it'll stay.
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