among the stars
which sing the songs of nature
exists a hidden melody
of that of the Moon
the ones hidden behind clouds
and sneaking past the wind
singing in the glory of tales unknown
to the ears of the nomads
their only solace is the Moon
receding their solitude
opening its arms with the cold breeze
and the shining stars
only the Moon knows their story
witnessing unbiased, uncharted
stories only in their experience
invisible to the mobile, yet sedentary
some plead to others, some request
an occupation is at the behest
a living which is not their choice
rather compulsion of society
sleep, they do
Under the moonlight
For their next day
Will repeat this discourse
Another path, another story
A different set of hands that will flourish
Lest they render themselves broken
Moving on to the next shadow of light.
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