Thinker among the 29 fools.


Black eyes melting slowly to gray,

A thinker among the fools,

Linking the chains while sitting,

Looking for wisdom in the rain,

Seeing things not yet understood.

He sits, with hand on his face,

Wondering, what really is this place?

The man gets off, it his stop.

But his thoughtfulness still lingers in his step…

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