Seasons of life.
You watch your childhood
blow away
like sands in the desert.
You see youth
wash away
like sands on a river bank.
Old age
approaches
like the rains.
And, eternity
beckons
like the sun.
blow away
like sands in the desert.
You see youth
wash away
like sands on a river bank.
Old age
approaches
like the rains.
And, eternity
beckons
like the sun.
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