LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

A great man sleeps in a deep slumber,

The weight of the world rests on his shoulders,

In each sigh, exhaustion surrenders,

And the vastness of his being hides in shadows.

His dreams may be made of earth,

Of battles fought and victories without end,

But now, in the silence of sleep,

He is just a man, resting within.

His hands, which held the world,

Now rest in quiet and peace,

And in his chest, where strength once dwelled,

The rhythm of his heart softly lies.

Great man, asleep in fullness,

In deep slumber, finds lightness,

For even giants need to pause,

And in rest, rediscover their greatness.

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