I can feel my light
fading softly,
the brightness of youth
dims to the gentle glow
of old age.
Is life measured in years
or is it better to count the expansion of the heart?
Oh, how the heart rides the waves of love!
Turmoil gives way to peace,
doubt blossoms into faith.
Aging rises slowly,
inevitably,
while youth walks away
at a fast pace.
The old ones smile,
knowing,
life is like a feather
on an open hand,
ever the more precious
as the wind carries it away.
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