Because that is love,
when my beaten, wrinkled skin is still caressed by you,
and your gray smoky hair is my loving obsession.
When we are lovers, may we dance under the full harvest moon,
and pick pumpkins
at old Wellwood Orchards.
Growing Beautifully Old
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Old Skin
Fall had come, and close to its end, it approached. The air became brisk, with winter awaiting in the future, and as a girl wandered down the sidewalk, autumn's old skin shifted through the air above her maple hair.
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I am Rush.
Nothing is worth my
‘No time.’
So hurry now to
Catch my
Running storyline.
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Take my hand,
And let your other hold on to a kite that is a
Shooting Star.
The harvest moon will rise above us,
as we fly,
Comments
The kind of love we're all desperately seeking, sometimes our entire lives---! I appreciate the metaphor here of time finally ripening as if it is harvest season: the golden years have arrived for this pair, years of joy to savor together. It's very touching.
Thank you!
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