A lonely sight of an old man
That old grey bearded man had once been in love.
As he whilst upon the moor of an old path with his beaten staff,
hunched and drenched.
The cool breeze that came from below the path was his sole comfort.
Heaved and puffed
nor a sight of agony can less be weighed to him.
He stood motionless for a while,
as the sun bids goodnight.
The dimmed patch of earth over the green willow seemed to fulfil his last escapade of the day.
Lost in thought as he walked closer to his abode.
A little jasmine shone in delight,
He remembers why!
Mystic lovers they were,
enchanted though perplexed,
following the rays of the old rainbow.
To walk hand in hand
Dear "do hold as we lay"
Alas! In time he learns how a man can only live alone.
Beauty to live and die.
Though to watch her leave,
sunken the pain only too deep.
Behind the little turnip
there the old man stood,
a hope to be with love.
Vinanto Z
Bravo... man.... great one.. keep on stamping.....
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