A man ahead of his time. . . .
walked in the desert rain . . . . . .
frought with risks. . . . .a voyager alone. . .
unawares of the inner pestilence. . . .he walked
An ambush of thoughts lay in his wake. . .
a river of loneliness eroding a valley in his heart . . .
the hum of acceptance. . .when he is ill at ease with his existence,
someone is watching his loneliness in this vastness. . .
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