Voice quivers and words shiver, as trembling hands come together
Eyes grow moist staring at the loss and ears are deaf to the gloomy pathos
The spectators speak in hushed tones, trying to enact compassion
The moment when a beloved dies, escapes quicker than sand
Mind wants them back in this moment from the distant land
Their touch and laughter, their tears and tales
All I’m left to wonder is why now the tragedy befell
No matter how weary death seems, I must move on
In death’s embrace, life says live on
- The Last Nomad
Dedicated to all the loving people who have left us, only with memories.
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