I glanced at the aged man,
Sitting on the street corner,
And I caught a glimpse of his emotions-
So horrifying-
Fear, anger, terror, hatred…
He twisted his head toward me,
And I saw years of tears, blood, sweat…
My heart felt as if it would explode,
As if it were being squeezed dry of all its blood.
Tears ran down my face
As we locked eyes.
I was not ashamed to cry,
And neither was he.
Sometimes I wonder if he felt love in those few seconds,
If he saw light instead of darkness,
Sun instead of rain.
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