Amidst the
noisy crowd,
The lively
chatter; the unrestrained laughter,
Stood there
a young man,
Silent;
reflective,
Deep in the
labyrinth of his thoughts.
In the
centre of the din,
The hustle
and bustle; the uncontrolled atmosphere,
Stood there
a young man,
Waiting;
pondering,
Slowly time
ticks by.
Surrounded
by non-living sounds,
The impatient
honks; the loud clangs of metal and steel,
Stood there
a young man,
Wondering; contemplating,
The lateness
in arrival.
At the
middle of a chaotic town square,
The rushing
by; the quickened pace of people about their own busyness,
Stood there
a young man,
Looking;
gazing,
Towards him
a figure running from afar off.
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