Who
I waited and waited,
crossed the lakes the rivers, and the seas,
but met no one,
as I walked on,
I met an old man,
as he began talking to me curiously,
he seemed to be,
enriched with a bag,
of knowledge and experience,
I wondered whether his bag was heavy,
or light,
the thought just,
passed by me at that moment,
was that,
what are we,
in front of him,
we are nothing,
compared to him.
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