I saw an old man,
His hands were frail
The wrinkles on his face told tales of patience and dexterity
His fragile body wrapped delicately in linen
I knelt before him
Mesmerized into deep dark eyes
So heavy with knowledge, of fear of what they had seen
The man lips remained silent
Unanswered questions lost
He grasped my hands in his,
I felt his grief as if it were my own
I no longer wondered why he was here, just that he was.
A smile flooded over his face,
And with a gust of wind he continued onward.
--To this man i thank you for bestowing tranquility and peace upon me, for taking my sadness, for helping me find my way in the wind, for your reassurance and knowledge.
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