Nomad’s Hymn

originally published in From A Verse-Maker’s Diary ©

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Do not trust the rain
For you’ll slip when it be frost
Do not stray along a road
For you’ll never be lost
Wander into the wilderness
You seek a rose in the desert
When all mirages evanescence
All that is gold will glitter
In a world so pretentious
With all things imaginary
Your failures are but a delusion

Originally published in From A Verse-Maker’s Diary