In the alley where shadows dance,
A frail child stands, in a worn-out trance.
His clothes tattered, dreams scattered,
An embodiment of life's test, unseen and unheard.
Skin and bones, a specter of hunger,
Yet his spirit, a flame that won't wither.
In the symphony of despair, he plays a part,
A masterpiece of resilience, etched in his heart.
Beside him, a father, hands calloused and worn,
In the labyrinth of poverty, his spirit is torn.
Yet in his eyes, a spark refuses to fade,
A beacon of hope, in the destitute cascade.
A dance of destiny, a duet of strife,
A son and a father, bound by life.
In the canvas of hardship, strokes of grace,
They find solace, an unwavering embrace.
The whispers of wind carry tales untold,
Of dreams crushed, and stories unfold.
Yet in this vignette of struggle and despair,
Resides a beauty, profound and rare.
For in the eyes of the lusuh child,
Lies a strength, wild and undefiled.
And within the grasp of the pauper's hand,
A wealth of love, timeless and grand.
Together they stand, against the tempest's roar,
A portrait of resilience, forevermore.
In the tapestry of adversity, a masterpiece spun,
A father and son, under the same unforgiving sun.
Comments (1)
Love the imagery in this piece!