Like a nomad,
traveling from a place to place,
always on a hunt for something unknown,
the heart standing yurt,
thinking it is home,
until the restlessness clouds the mind,
and the search is on again,
looking for a new blue moon
in the sphere of his world,
and the vagabond moves on
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Beautiful.. 👏🏼👍🏼😇👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼
Of course the vagabond moves on!
Thanks so much, D
As usual.. it was my pleasure.. 😊👌🏼👌🏼
Thanks for your kind read. Restless heart story 😊
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What a strange coincidence! 😀
Lovely.
Isn’t. I was thinking the same. Telepathy 😊
Indeed, my friend! 😊
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This speaks of the nomadic heart and the feel it caries.
Thanks so much for your beautiful read
Really enjoyed this poem. I like the idea of the heart being a nomadic hunter. Beautiful. -Jill
Thank you so much for such beautiful words
You are very welcome my friend.