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A man and a boy, walking hand іn hand, Through fields оf gold, іn a far-off land. The man, with silver hair and a face weathered by time, The boy, with laughter іn his eyes, like the first chime. They speak оf dreams, оf hopes that dance, Of the world's beauty, and оf chances. The man tells tales оf loves and loss, Of mountains climbed and chasms crossed. The boy listens, his heart aflutter, Enraptured by the old man's mutter. He asks оf life, and love, and all that lies ahead, And the man answers, with wisdom as his thread. They watch as the sun sets, painting the sky, With hues оf pink, and orange, and dusky high. The man looks at the boy, with a smile that's fond, And the boy looks back, his heart now strong. They walk back home, beneath the star-kissed night, A man and a boy, side by side and tight. A night оf bonding, оf tales told anew, Of love and friendship, ever true. So let us take a moment, tо cherish those we hold, And let stories flow like rivers оf gold. For a man and a boy, walking hand іn hand, Can shape a world, іn a far-off land. By Stefanos Katsios Cologne, Germany |