The Boy on the Hill

beano

 

I can see him there now, shading
That high beating sun with his palm.
Ignorant of times diligence
He’d look down for hours on his world,
The burnished street below
Was all he ever needed to know.
But unaware of the transience of bliss
He never felt night closing in.

  • Author: beano (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 12th, 2021 06:12
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Comments3

  • Trenz Pruca

    Great images. Thank you.

    • beano

      Thank you!

    • Goldfinch60

      That transience will always be there for him to move on into his life.

      Andy

      • beano

        Thanks Andy!

      • L. B. Mek

        'That high beating sun with his palm.
        Ignorant of *time's diligence
        He’d look down for hours on his world,
        The burnished street below'..
        what an interesting read, a little mysterious
        and meaningfully, so open to varied interpretations
        thanks for sharing!

        • beano

          Thank you L.B!



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