across the once clean pavement.
As insects search for moisture,
among the decaying leaves.
Heeding refuge also,
Under the dry trees,
there stands a human.
A strong bold man.
With him lays his luggage,
on the thick leavening soil.
Awaiting he seems,
lost in thoughts within.
A solemn face,
no movement at all.
His contouring masculinity,
denoting his clear and vivid struggle.
His clear sight,
deep dark brown eyes.
Looking beyond the valley,
he remains honest.
His thoughts drown the atmosphere,
saddening the air.
Coagulating the oxygen,
a sorrow so great.
A great war is being held,
as thoughts fight over each other.
His dreams so great,
aspirations so bold.
A inspiration he's found,
a founding pillar in his life.
The neutrality coming so strong,
tranquility he's found.
Love builds up,
peace finds its place.
Consoling soothing words,
a lullaby in the air.
Picking up he leaves,
smiling ahead he walks.
A conquering smile so wide,
bright eyes dim the sun.
A bright monochrome,
his figure.
His steps an inspiration,
for the sole and desolate.
Such humanity so great,
bright future ahead.
A will so strong,
indestructible constancy.
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