looking away from
past shadows, we face
the sun in our pictures.
our smiles betray nothing,
though something stirs.
it will never be enough.
this. that we are trying.
building on foundations
that are mere assumptions.
when we are 65, perhaps
regret will become graceful.
and we would finally drop
a lifetime of wilful pretences.
past shadows, we face
the sun in our pictures.
our smiles betray nothing,
though something stirs.
it will never be enough.
this. that we are trying.
building on foundations
that are mere assumptions.
when we are 65, perhaps
regret will become graceful.
and we would finally drop
a lifetime of wilful pretences.
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