Whilst traveling

May 14, 2018

Whilst traveling down this barren road

Littered with holes and bleached by sunlight

I find hope in the settlements of nomads

Their faces show experiences surpassing their age

eyes bare, faded but full of life

each breath a miracle in its own

here they exist, only to tell us of their lives

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