The elder

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A whisper of softness,

a dusty touch of light

a solemnly floating bird

enjoys the peaceful sight

a tender leaf comes falling

a gentle shade of green

follows its trail

unheard, unseen


a mosaic of life

hidden underneath

changing, evolving

every single heartbeat


lush is the shadow

of the elder one

keeping away

the warm and burning sun


the lonely wanderer

in its endless slumber

while he grows wiser

the world grows dumber

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