Fading Luminescence

Old Man
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Mellow drums and a sullen guitar.
These are the sounds of his footsteps.
Sun-speckled skin like an old cigar
He’s lived one life and is living another

Faded are those that he once knew
His lasting figure seen traveling alone
He has no one to hold or to say adieu
Every moment is only his own

There’s an existence in his gaze
A small, new flame in the dying fire
Time is leading him to his grave
Yet his spirit has never felt higher

 

more by NOOR NIJJAR

Photograph by Luigi Morante

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