Nomadic Soul
There's a gentle echo in my brain,
whispering low and long,
"I'm one, I'm all."
What I hear I must heed and obey,
I'll follow the skyline's
silent call.
Now, I'm aching, dying to return
to where at last my
nomadic soul
may find its almost forgotten self
and, yes, once again
be truly whole!
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