The book has grown old,
They both stand in the doorway, full grown,
She has strands of radiant grey, that she refuses to let stay,
If I don't notice, she lets me know,
What I have seen and done, no longer haunts or shows, it seems I've won...
She loved me equally,
They have matured beautifully,
What awaits me?
I think I've seen, it was She,
Who I adore completely,
She was right, it was meant to be.
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Author:
Tayama (
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- Published: May 2nd, 2019 17:15
- Category: Short story
- Views: 10
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