The amazing
The world fell down and shattered into pieces. The earth shook under the feet and the faces. The minds all fluttered and ran in confusion as one stood behind as always. Left in the shadows of the feet from yesterday. The figure stood solid reaching out its hands. In the memories of all that were lost in the morrow, the figure stood tall. And when the wounds started to mend and the people put back, the figure still stood in the shadows of the morrow. When all was said and done and love filtered back the figures knees bent and the eyes wept. Once again alone, once again forgetting that the figure had its own to think and regret. But the path of the figure is not to ask for help but always to be the one to help and then all forget.
