Eternal Journey
Reflection
Beneath the sky's vast canvas, they stand,
Silent sentinels of a timeless tale.
Their steps, etched in bronze, speak of a journey,
A story of hope, resilience, and the human soul.
The man, firm yet weary, carries a burden,
A suitcase of dreams, a weight of the past.
The woman, her gaze distant, holds a child's hand,
A beacon of strength, a bridge to the future.
Their forms, weathered by time, yet unyielding,
Stand as a testament to the human spirit.
In their eyes, the world sees its reflection,
A mirror of struggle, courage, and the unyielding will to persevere.
This monument, a silent symphony,
Speaks to the wanderer in each of us.
It whispers of the paths we tread,
The burdens we carry, the dreams we chase.
For in their journey, we find our own,
A reminder that even in the darkest of times,
The human spirit endures,
And the journey, though fraught, is eternal.