Nomad Omnia - The Call

I lifted the bag
I thought held all
I needed
But as I turned,
I heard you call:

“You’re such a nomad! ”

And you looked at me
In the strangest way.

That’s when I knew it:
You would make me stay.

Nomad Omnia

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