nothing stops
not one moment
ever pauses
for me to grasp
in my covetous hands
and so no more
will I give them names
no more will I seek
to hold them close
sitting by the wayside
I will watch
the nomads on
their restless journey
not one moment
ever pauses
for me to grasp
in my covetous hands
and so no more
will I give them names
no more will I seek
to hold them close
sitting by the wayside
I will watch
the nomads on
their restless journey
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