The Passing of Time
My body aches, after years of “beating it up”. I give in to the grace of gravity. I do not live these days in wonder or fear. Yet, a baby’s breath can take mine away and these troublesome times can instill fear in me for the future of this wonderful world. My spine tingles in the presence of a gentle man both young and old. I know that the passing of time is like a cool wind on a hot summer’s day, I no longer count the hours or days. The thought of a new love still makes my heart soar. It is the precious moments that I allow to linger.
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[This writing is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.]
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