A man is judged.
He has the eyes of autumn leafs
And sadness left on iris' eves,
A silly, comic wind across his face
And limbs half broken down, laced
With drops of unforgiving rain.
A man is given pain.
A grayscale forest runs across his chin.
His heart and actions sing with spring!
His hands are gentle clouds, over all.
He sees deep into the judges' soul!
A man is given grace.
Despite the rain, the spring remains!
Despite the sadness, smile speaks
To creases and crevices of man' cheeks!
In spite of pain, his heart is true!
This man is you.
I gave you judgement
Rendered pain,
And yet you still remain -
A guiding light within my soul!
Despite us all!
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