at 57
the hoar of winter has blurred my face ---etched harsh lines--gripped with numbing embrace---stiff joints and labored pace---inside roars a defiant snarl---to rejoice the wonder of life---cherish the moments of springtime ---of the little garden ---inside my withered soulPoetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.
Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.
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