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The Nomad's Land

As I embarked on this journey,
Plants and flowers, bees and birds
danced along to the tunes of love.
Rising sun and sparkling sky,
smiling moon and shining stars
invited me to the eternal embrace!

Strolling by those green fields, 
I was lost in the warmth of your presence.
You took my hand, while the cool breeze kissed my cheeks.
I got caught up in the nomad's spell!

The mountains were standing still 
listening to my mind's whisper.
While the Swift river paid no heed,
you rowed us to the bank,
my dear lover!
I wished for a joyous forever,
And the temple bells sounded blessings.
I got caught up in the nomad's spell!

As we kissed like the loving birds,
The pillars, admired in history, watched us with their curious glimpse.
The littlebig boulders, whispered to each other with a pixie smile.
I wished for an eternity of this bliss.
I got caught up in the nomad's spell!

As the journey goes on,
Your absence is as beautiful as your presence.
Walking alone is as beautiful as holding your hand.
Leaving your side,
is as beautiful as hugging you tight.
Still, I wish to hold on to you for a 
moment, a life long.
I'm caught up in the nomad's spell.
But in this land of nomads,
Should I search for a home?!





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