clad in a grey native **** cloth
he sat,quivering on a stool
with a aged breast on furrows breath,
that shook the folds of his shoulders

Now and then does he seems to gasp
about a menlancholys spit,
but amis his grey eye lashes
it pierce through what words cannot paint

He folds his feet and *** his head
like a lizard amist a bait,
but his vague stare hold a mist
which mystries cant be shook from him

What ails him so, the world wont ask,
but lost to what all eyes cant see
it lingers through the heart of man
that trode the earth with guns and roses

He breath in and expires in lort,
his thought search for truth in his heart,
he bow his head and close his eye
and found no peace,even as he sleeps

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Come on let us explore this life,
Let us take a tour to her cities,
Let us watch her still waters,
And unveil her hidden mystries;

Let us ride on her wings,
And drown in her magnificence,
Lets be hypnotised by her grandeur,
And be mindful of her essence;

Do not close your ears to her voice,
Nor turn a blind eye to her tears,
Be willing to learn of her wisdom,
Abuse not the length of her years;

Come let us beautify her with colours,
Adorn her with aromatic flowers,
Let us preserve her oasis, lakes,
And explore her infinite powers;

Let us go with her to lands of plenty,
And make her beautiful for our children,
Lets embrace her always with a warm heart,
You never know how much good that'll be building;

She seeks for our appreciation of her,
And the protection of her children,
In Europe, africa, the americas, and middle east,
Please enough of their executioning;

So lets take hold of her passionately,
And value those in whom she dwells,
walk through her boulevard of fulfiled dreams,
And always drink from her fresh wells.