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Age
Bygone echoes in the corridors of memory,
A tapestry spun with threads of youth and time.
Unyielding, it lingers on,
Unwavering tenant in the chambers of my mind.
Soul retains its youthful vigor,
Body continues to purposefully mature,
Existence dances to the rhythm,
Mortal ballet is in full splendor.
A tapestry spun with threads of youth and time.
Unyielding, it lingers on,
Unwavering tenant in the chambers of my mind.
Soul retains its youthful vigor,
Body continues to purposefully mature,
Existence dances to the rhythm,
Mortal ballet is in full splendor.
Published 2nd Jan 2024
Author's Note
Mortality battles with perception of existence in the mind
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2nd Jan 2024 2:54pm
2nd Jan 2024 3:13pm
Thank you - existence the only truth with mortality as its prison guard.
