wisdom, the man embraced
as mars and jupiter raced
across the ocean of lights
wrinkles, on his face traced
sitting on a bench, feeding
white doves, he watches them peck
on little crumbs he placed on the floor
a dove sits on his lap
looking for more, i guess
he smiles, brushing the doves head
he remembers four words
said to him, never keeping them
out of his thoughts
looking forward, the man squints
to make out the shape
walking towards him
slowly he stands
slowly his smile widens
slowly his eyes open
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