Eternal Journeys
Reflection
In the quiet embrace of stone, they stand,
Two travelers, etched in time, their paths entwined.
Suitcases heavy with dreams, their steps unseen,
Yet echoes of their stories linger in the wind.
Rust and wear mark their journey's weight,
Each scratch a memory, each dent a tale.
They carry not just luggage, but the weight
Of hopes and fears, of love and despair.
Their eyes, though hollow, seem to see beyond,
To futures unknown, to pasts they left behind.
A silent dialogue between the two,
A testament to the human soul's profound.
In their stillness, we find our own reflection,
For who among us hasn't packed a bag?
With hearts full of longing, we set out, direction
Guided by the stars, or by the call of change.
These statues are not just stone, but mirrors,
Reflecting the wanderer within us all.
They remind us of the journeys we must take,
And the courage it takes to leave the familiar.
Eternal Journeys, they stand, a beacon,
A reminder that life is a constant trek.
Through every step, we carry our own weight,
And in their gaze, we find our own resolve.