Nomad of light

He was moving a lot

The light was changing, that had to be reflected

Not many of us know that

Nomad of Light

He’s going through difficult times and has asked for a blank canvas

black ink man

Afraid of getting blind

The light was turning black, in paint that had to be reflected

All ignorants to his eyes

Nomad of Light

Eloquent white speech and long like letters mind

long mane man

Rising sun Oscar’s impressions

impregnated light on every single thing, its flat reflection

Mediocre flat minds we are

He was the nomad of Light

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