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A builder
a lonely man,
stands in the middle of the night,
cloths and face marked with dust,
forehead covered with sweat,
veins exposed, fatigue,
looking towards the heavens for a breather,
it is only when your head comes
in contact with your soft pillow,
mind is resting, soul is calm,
when the man you once saw
is demonstrating his creation,
a builder of tracks,
sledge hammer constantly banging the steel,
for not loud outburst,
yet soft and slow as a delicate tune,
has worked for many years,
has not sit nor rest a single day,
for in his mind only greatness shall be in sight,
an unclear path, where might it lead?
His eyes directed to yours,
as saying words yet complete silent,
a road beginning from your home,
running through the breezy shores and oceans,
passing through the great
monumental pyramids in the middle east,
for moments along the Nile river,
crossing the exotic jungles of south America,
making curves through the great mountains,
been used as a ramp to connect to the heavens,
trails along the white clouds,
stops and route changes in the sun and moon,
for his soul ponders if it shall connect with yours,
his creation needs its main component,
the great locomotive to travel his world,
signs of cuts in his flesh,
for not only any trail,
a trail dedicated to you,
for you are the main component,
no need of a train to explore the wonders,
I shall carry you on arms,
whispers sweet delights,
be your personal guide,
for his steps will be slow,
no need to rush, explain the sights,
none of them can compared to your beauty,
for my heart showed me the blueprints,
yet your love lead me to create the paths
-che
