11 hours ago
in the eye of the folist valley's map,
there lived a shy boy. arnold.
in the lively valley, visitors from various lovely worlds,
wandered with longing,
made no vows with no walls.
arnold was one shy fella,
finding faults in self around firm faces.
frightened little fella found he was a futile fellow, fainted in a sigh's softness.
one fine day a shepherd visited the folist valley
to fetch some fun and fruits for his family.
in a mob of a hundred busy men and seven silent sheep, the shepherd looked at arnold sitting under a tree.
the shepherd shared a smile as he sat with him. ate fruits together and the seeds he spat with him.
as arnold knew he'd made a friend, the evening breeze said today's at its end.
the shepherd said 'farewell fella, i won't look back. the next time i will find you in the mob of a hundred busy men and you will be smiling back.'