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Old age doesn’t exist for all

Old age doesn’t exist for all
  Because many claim its presence;
I submit that living goes on
  Through many-hued firmaments.
 
A shade of love lives here
  And over there, a victory, I deem—
Patience caught them in her lair
  And surprise – she frolics in between
 
For one might, on some fateful day—
  Pluck a strange flower
And on another, move a rock away
  And something wonderful – uncover.
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