Silent Journey
Reflection
In the quiet embrace of stone, they stand,
Two souls entwined in a tale untold.
Their faces, etched with the weight of the past,
Carry the stories of those who have gone before.
The man, stoic and firm, leads the way,
His steps measured, his gaze fixed on the horizon.
The woman, her hand resting on the suitcase,
Bears the burden of memories and hope.
Their journey is not of choice, but of necessity,
A silent march through the corridors of time.
The suitcase, a symbol of departure and return,
Holds the fragments of a life left behind.
In their stillness, we see ourselves reflected,
The travelers of our own lives,
Carrying the weight of the past,
Yearning for the promise of the future.
This monument speaks not just of them,
But of us, the wanderers of time,
Seeking solace in the echoes of their journey,
Finding strength in their silent resilience.