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Reflections
Contributed by
spike
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Saturday, 31st December 2016 @ 06:35:04 AM in AEST
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the dark signs of age on the back of my hands,
laugh lines etched on the canvas of face
the tired old bones that draw me to rest
of all the achievements, these I hold best.
the wandering years, blurring with time;
the memories of things, both yours and of mine
of all thats remembered, these I hold dear;
though the crystal is clouded, the feelings are clear.
in your silvery hair, your knowing eyes,
the grace of a maiden, the look of the wise
the heart of a hero, the will to transcend
the dance of a lifetime, now reaching its end.
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spike
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2016-12-31 06:35:04]
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Re: Reflections
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by JamesStockdale on
Sunday, 1st January 2017 @ 10:13:57 AM AEST
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Weird, I was just thinking the same yesterday.
Great title because that is what it is. Well executed and you had me there.
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Re: Reflections
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by ming on
Sunday, 1st January 2017 @ 10:21:19 PM AEST
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A touching write. This popped for me, /'/the canvas of face/'/ as then your words etched in the feel of old age advancing.
ming |
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