He walks where maps have turned to dust,
Through corridors of wind and rust.
The years have written on his face,
A scripture time cannot erase.
The weight of silence, softly owed,
He guards the ghosts along the road.
Eyes like lanterns, dim yet wise—
They hold the dusk, and all goodbyes.
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