The wrinkled hand held the soft one.
It was evening and time for the stroll.
Birds fly in haste above them retiring for the day.
Curious questions adorn the young head.
Wise answers already furnished the majored head.
Conversations flow between the two.
The learner and the wise.
The wise feels a better world is being left behind.
The baton to be taken forward by the learner.
Advice and knowledge passed on.
The cycle that always goes round and round.
Bumps on the way like always.
But the road always leads towards improvement.
Sunshine and dark clouds in presence always.
Still, better is always the centre stage.
There are evolvement and development.
From the seeds sowed by the wise.
And the learner always gaining and moving to better it further.
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Thorns and Roses
PoetryJust unloading the burden of my cluttered brain. Random thoughts. Everything about Life in general. Raw emotions. But I'll try to make sense of my words. Hopefully? ©copyright ayanz88 NOTE: COVER BY @sarahikari_ska #18th highest rank { 21st/10/2017}
