He is a Roman coin taking on human form
A mass of silver curls
Sits atop his noble head
He smiles kindly as
the catchlights in his eyes
fire with warmth
His chin raised in triumph.
His skin is golden
and calms the harshness
of reality
A full beard neatly
frames his face
He is at peace
with his world
a majestic sentry for the heart,
Ignoring the siren call
of money
fame and success.
Never breaking from
faith in his own self-taught beliefs
He remains committed
to something outside the self
And as far as we know
Those who are watching him,
He never becomes
an enemy of his soul or spirit.
May 12, 2014, Self-prompted
Photography by FawnRising2014
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