Beneath the village sun, the cars stand still,
Their occupants away, on errands gone.
The houses slumber in the afternoon,
Their windows shuttered from the heat’s strong yawn.
A gentle breeze stirs through the leafy trees,
Whispering tales of far-off lands and sweets.
The sunbeams dance upon the dusty ground,
Casting long shadows where no feet are found.
A solitary figure walks the lane,
A stranger to this place, yet not unknown.
His heart is heavy with a distant pain,
For home he longs, where he was once his own.
The village sun beats down upon his face,
A reminder of the warmth he used to embrace.
Konica Minolta Vectis S-100 + 4.5-6.3/25-150 + Kodak Advantix HD 200(expired)