In twilight's glow, I met a man so wise,
His silver hair, like threads of time entwined.
With stories old, he spoke of sunlit skies,
And dreams that dance within a restless mind.

His gaze, a mirror of the years he’d seen,
With wisdom deep as oceans, vast and wide.
He offered me a glimpse of what had been,
A path well-trodden, where our hopes abide.

I felt a choice arise, a gentle call,
To heed his voice or let it slip away.
With every word, I sensed the weight of all,
The lives we touch, the dreams we shape each day.

So in that moment, futures intertwined,
I knew the wisdom shared was truly mine.

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V somraku dneva srečal sem gospoda,
sivih las, kot prepletene niti časa,
poln starih zgodb o nekdaj jasnem nebu
in poln zgodb, ki plešejo v nemirnem umu.

Njegov pogled, je ogledalo let, ki jih je videl,
oči so kot tolmuni, globoki kakor oceani,
ponujal mi pogled je v minule čase,
na pot, prehojena od naših upov.

V zgodbah sem začutil, možnost da izberem,
poslušati nasvete, ki njegove misli jih delijo,
vrednost vseh besed začutil sem v teži zgodbe,
življenje je v sanjah, ki jih zgodba oblikuje.

Takrat zavem se, da so se prihodnosti prepletle,
da je modrost predana zdaj resnično moja.

Tomaž Jevšenak