Yet Unbroken


Buffeted and battered am I -
Bowed by it but yet unbroken.

I am a man full of seasons, and
Stand less straight than once I did.

The steady prevailing winds,
The persistent acidic rains,
Have graced me with scars.

But in the background rises,
A steeple with its loud bell:
Tall and straight and strong.

Tiwago


(photography by tiwago)

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