A man walks alone he said
his value felt only at the hour
and then, promptly forgotten.
The mountain that lied ahead was steep
and he indeed had a heart to keep
calm while the rains poured
and steeled when the seeing the rainbow.
No man is a mountain though
one cannot sleep alone
and neither in his own solitude die.
Each has a heart of sap –
sweet and shapely in life
and then a broken thread of hope
hugging which he lies.
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