Alone in a vast desert, sitting, staring, from a distance
at an ancient ruin.
Contemplating the years, swiftly flowing past, huddled in
a shadow, away from life's storms.
Contented - in a lonely way - with what life has left
behind, wandering quietly on sands, waiting for the
hereafter.
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