Those who toil in the shadows of solitude
Have the insignia of the sun upon them
So a man could be here with you
But his diligence
Is a tapestry of a thousand miles and lives
And surely someday
His fields shall bloom
The harvest shall be his
And when he appears
Even at eventide
He glows in the light of diligence
And all men are drawn naturally
To the glory he exudes
Photocredit : William. Photography
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