We can sit on the chairs outside and chat all afternoon.
We can feel the early spring breeze, kissing our faces as we get delighted talking about our children progress and failure.
We can sit and talk forever happy, but, when time passes by so fast, leaving it traces on our tired faces, we don't know if we will have the strength, to move ourselves. Or if we can find grace on our old bodies.
If we are lucky, maybe we can look thru the window, while laying down on our bed and with a great effort we could move our eyes and wink to a star.
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Malu (Pseudonym) (
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I like the way you write, and there are certainly days I feel the same. BUT, instead of lying down, shouldn't we get up and dance?
We should. If we can, but there will be a time that we will only dance with the stars after our bodies are gone. While you still alive we must wink to begin the flirtation. Thanks for the comment.
Those stars are holes in heavens floor. Good write.
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