Nomadic Appeasement

Nomadic Appeasement
Always wandering but to his choice
Houses are four walls with no voice
A narrow prison that stifles his breath
A sentence handed down until his death
Where his heart leads him to and fro
He follows as nomadic spirits grow
The earth is an enchanting dream to discover
Like a new bride from her own zealous lover
Houses are divided for all to live apart
Nomads live inside their contented heart
Home is a place to develop peaceful deeds  
To take him where the sagacious spirit leads
Where only a few are brave enough
To find that nomadic appeasement

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