Poem: Path of Innocence | Words Can Heal

We struggle to capture and live in time
And even end up labelling it as money
Until we encounter a moment which narrates in silence
What it means to live beyond the clutches of time
Then we can laugh at the fleeting feeling
Of being in control of time
Throw away our pretentious garbs
And walk the path of innocence

- The Last Nomad 

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