His eyes fixed on the path
The last time someone walked it
His son going down this path
Daily staring to see him march home.
To hear the voice of his beloved boy
Days to months
Months to years
Years to decades
No sign of his son
His love kept him on the balcony
His love made him bye the lands along the path
That if he dies, his remains may be laid to rest beside the path
Maybe his son may pass by him even in death
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