A vision carved in stone, a beauty held in place,
Their form untouched by time, a smile upon their face.
They stand in ageless grace, Forever young and fair.
No burden of the years, no weight of daily care.
The pigeons flit and coo, they perch upon their head,
Unmindful of their gaze, where dreams and wishes tread.
Ladies stand impervious, to fleeting moments’ whim,
Unmoved by tides that turn, untouched by growing dim.
A longing stirs within, a whisper in the soul,
To trade this mortal coil, for stillness to extol.
To be like them, unbent, by life’s relentless hand,
A frozen monument, in this shifting, fleeting land.
But then a gentle breeze, whispers a different tale,
Of stories yet untold, beyond the static veil.
For life, though fraught with change, holds beauty in its wake,
A tapestry of moments, for the heart’s own sake.
So let the statues stand, a reminder of what’s past,
While we embrace the present, moments meant to last.
For though we age and change, with every passing day,
The journey holds its treasures, in its own unique way.
Guchi.
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