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Dec 2016
I was walking by the isle
Drifting through the sea
Finding a river
Looking for a tree
Then a thought of a home

Forever be finding?
Never good for settling
They called me ****** heart
I say nomad

I fought to live
I took the rocks filled the walls
Finding a soul
Trying to call the places a home
But their just houses
I am nomad
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   Geetha Jayakumar, --- and Botan
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