Looking at the crowd around with expectations,he gulped to hide his tears..
Why did his heart feel something,
As if someone was there,as if words unsaid left mark,
As if he had a long voyage to take,every moment..
Without even knowing where this fragrance wafted from..
All he could ever do was chase..
Not knowing he was writing something beautiful in the book of time..
His footsteps left marks..
On the sand of time..
At times the gently holding him close,before disappearing into the depth of darkness..
At times playing with him,in the garden of eternity,
And leaving for mortal ties..
All he could feel was life..
Fading footsteps,
Dripping tears from eyes..
And silent cries to call back the leaving figure..
Yet never turning back life walks on
