With Age
By Cinara
With Age Age has slowly now refined the gracious word, the soul and mind enriched the thought, the verse, the rhyme enhanced the bloom upon the vine It’s not the years, but miles tread that strengthens heart’s most fragile thread But nothing can erase the dread of having left three words unsaid Written March 9th, 2002 © on Mar 08 2002 07:28 PM PST 0 • 10
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