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by n.lea
Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2211148
Poem of the passage of time
I feel a wrinkle in my brow,
A crease within my skin.
I found silver streaks
Within my hair.
There are quiet aches in my joints.
Time has grown wings.
My youth has flown from the sunrise.
I make flight to the sunset
looking forward to the glow of
The stars and the soft moonlight.
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