The nomad moves on...

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Time to move on, move on again…

Another halt in the nomad's journey ends,
That road beckons again,
Into the unknown, uncharted…

Two months of reminisces, the baggage,
Recollections of a new city, the city of joy,
New surroundings, new songs…

Some old friends, many re-discovered friends,
Certain new friendships…

A few goals achieved, so many remain…

A sprinkling of tears, a bagful of smiles,
Many everlasting memories…

As the road beckons,
And it's time to move on, move on again…