![]() Old AgeA Poem by Callipyge
Old Age
Her hands are the softest Her face wears many seasons She remembers their time The rain, snow, storms But way more sunshine He is there as their love Present in the room Stronger in her heart He never aged as she did He acquired the wisdom His whispers in her dreams Their story is on screen Perceived by others How much of it was real? © 2012 Callipyge |
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Added on September 4, 2012 Last Updated on September 4, 2012 Author![]() CallipygeFLAboutHello. I was raised in French and write poems in English...go figure! i'm learning about this beautiful language, playing with words, shooting my emotions in cyberspace. Hope it brings a little some.. more..Writing
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