Clouds come floating into my life from other days no longer to shed rain or usher storm but to give colour to my sunset sky.
Age considers; youth ventures.
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.
Gray hairs are signs of wisdom if you hold your tongue, speak and they are but hairs, as in the young.
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