The seasons of the heart,
aged like a fine wine,
embracing ones soul with a
gentle warmth.
Through the eyes,
one reads their life,
with subtle hesitation,
as the mind locates the chapter...
A slight shake of the head,
acknowledges the recall...
No more words,
are longer spoken,
Sharpness dulls the pain.
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