The Thinker

Extraordinaire young man like him, he sits a wooden rock

by himself, his back was truly straight and still, he put his

righteous hand up to his extreme chin, his eyes hanging

down like a single thread, he got the thinkable smile, he

thinks something unique and vibrant world of mankind to

his own country, he thinks about true nature of love in his

modern years and centuries ago, he was sitting there like

very naked moment, its truly antique and old fashion, he

thinks to capture his ultimate beauty to the light of the

fabulous angels out there, the thinker got his own fate and

destined adventure of the human spirit

Written by

Michael James Brindley

3-28-16