Nomad

Nomad.
Walking the city streets
barefoot.
With layers upon layers of calluses
covering her feet,
who knows how old she is.
And with skin so sun-kissed
and folded in different directions,
who knows how old she is.

She walks about the streets,
calling nowhere her home.

But what if,
in everything,
she finds her home,

and she really isn’t
a nomad.

after all.

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One Response to Nomad

  1. Geo Sans says:

    honing
    a sense of place
    ~
    home
    within our hearts

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