And then…

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Frowning
The faller finds his feet
Glancing over the horizon
Listening to the past
Tasted, the future

Nodding
The stander finds his path
Leaning into the winds
Marching towards the goal
Deserted, his past

Smiling
The walker finds his home
Basking in the warmth
Relaxing in the calm
Accepted, his defeat