A horde of human existences truly has many faces and quite aptly many emotions.
The nature unveils it all with her own intricate measures. While the well-coated throng enjoy the wintry whistle and convict the global warming for a mercurial increase, the wretched and have-nots droop down into their own body warmth and a friendly sun to survive.
As the onlookers of this experience make their way to work through shines and shadows, the stillness of poverty spikes up in its own profound thought of existence basked with a midday sun.
The road is parched with the busy footsteps as the pavement invokes the saga of unstirred ,unanimous loneliness.
The snaky blue pipe seems to be the teeming sorrow of the seem-to-be beggar who plays the jigsaw puzzle of life on the criss-cross designs of the pavement. Clad in a grey alkhallah and a lazy,clay cup accompanying him the person seems to have a soliloquy with the sun as his rear is nearly pushed to the wall quite emblematically.
The green leaves shadow the vagrant’s well-heeled city fellowmen as the winter gifts him the bruised and dead leaves.
The nimble ambitiousness carelessly passes by the somatic solitariness as the nature with her armours arbitrates between the tale of two cities mingled into one.
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