With heavy steps, he dragged his feet,
As his chest gasped, a dry creek,
A proud ascetic, with a crooked form,
A lifeless corpse, snapped in the storm.
A vain pursuit, a lifelong dream,
Dimmed his light, a dingy gleam,
A city barraged, behind a purpose,
A heart so dull, devoid and senseless.
There she stood, like a little girl,
Shining on him, eyes like a pearl,
Innocent, shy, and vulnerable,
A flower so strong, unbreakable.
A movement of Life, a flood of Grace,
Drowned his throat, and pierced the space,
It felt like poison, in the frail man’s vein,
Drilling through his being, nowhere to drain.
The more he struggled, the more It urged,
The more he pushed, the more It forced,
The more he resisted, the more It scorched,
His walls collapsed, his city was exposed.
A new light raced down his chest,
Towards his heart where it longed to rest,
Joy penetrated his every sense,
She lived in him thereon hence.
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